Ice Cream X

Ingredients include: vanilla ice cream, mixed berries, hot fudge, bananas, High Stakes Poker

Quite possibly this is when Gllen is the happiest he'll ever be.

Education

While watching Annie Duke on the game show Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader, there was a first-grade-level question about the word for the instrument used by doctors to listen to your heart.

Gllen was adamant that no first grader would know the word 'stethoscope'. I tried to argue with him, but he told me, "First graders don't know three syllable words. They know only one and its 'banana'."

Ice Cream IX

Last night I heard a lot of swearing coming from Gllen's office. He was playing in a tournament, and I assumed it was going downhill. Finally I asked him if everything was ok, since the stream of grumbling was so drawn out.

Turns out, he was upset that he hadn't bust out of the tournament yet. He really badly wanted a bowl of ice cream and kept NOT LOSING. So, I gave in and offered to make it for him. He accepted, but also instructed me that he wanted bananas in his ice cream, and that they should be split into three equal pieces. Talk about a prima donna.

So, I made the bowl of ice cream he requested. Ingredients include vanilla ice cream, bananas, raspberries, chocolate syrup and almonds.

Right after I gave it to him, he busted out of the tournament.

But he reassured me that I could make him "Bad Luck Ice Cream" anytime.

Delight in the great taste of real bananas

I bought some banana flavored Cheerios the other day. I ate some for dinner today. The box was sitting next to me when Gllen came in to spend some time with me. After sitting with me for about twenty minutes, he said, "What do you have for dessert? You have to have something."

I picked up the box of Cheerios and handed it to him. He shook out a handful. He tipped the handful into his mouth. He chewed. It seemed to be going well for him, so I stopped paying attention.

Ten minutes later, I hear him say, "I can't stop eating all of your Cheerios, Girlfriend." He had a sad look on his face, as he continued to chew and tip more cereal into his cupped hand.

Five more minutes passed. He put down the box. I looked inside. There was barely enough to make a decent bowl of cereal. I told him this. He grabbed the box and said, "Fine, you've convinced me to eat the rest of it." He ate.

Ten minutes later, the empty box lay on the floor and Gllen says to me, "What do you say?" I was confused. "Say about what?" He stared at me for a second. His mouth formed the words, but my brain refused to comprehend them: "I want dessert."

I waved my hands around, gesturing at the empty box, "You just ate at least half a box of cereal!!!"

With an earnest expression, he told me, "That was pre-dessert. I want real dessert now."

Monkey See, Monkey Do

A couple of weeks ago, I awoke in the night to a Sasquatch standing over my bed and grunting. Rather than screaming with fear, I asked the beast, "What's wrong?" It whimpered out something that sounded like "charlie horse".

The past few nights, I myself and woken up with a serious cramp in my calf. Last night was no exception. Having suffered too many nights in a row, I told Gllen that I had been getting charlie horses in the middle of the night, and he exclaimed "Me too!". (On a side note, we had a discussion about how we deal with the charlie horse, where my remedy is to pull my toes back towards my knee until the muscle releases. He was unaware of this procedure and told me he usually just sits or stands up until it goes away. He's passive like that.) With new resolve, I told him, "We need to get some bananas."

This excited him to no end, (and not just because he could hollaback some Gwen Stafani to me). He tells me, in a secretive manner, "I've discovered a new way to eat bananas!" I wanted to know what he meant and inquired if it was a new preparation he learned, or some sort of ingredient combination. He wouldn't give. I was promised a demonstration once I returned with the bananas.

Upon my return from the grocery store, I handed Gllen a banana and he grinned from ear to ear. He asked me, "How do you peel your banana?" I shrugged, never having given it much thought. "Do you snap the top?" He asked. I was like, "yeah, of course." With an air of expertise, he said "There is a much better way." He took the banana and held it with the bottom up. He pinched the bottom of the banana, and the peel split in two and unfolded from the fruit. He explained "This is the way monkeys do it".

Unable to hide my mirth, I asked, "How did you learn what monkeys do?" He told me with sincerity, "I saw an online video" and bit into the banana.

Later when I visited him in his office, I told him that I had opened my own banana that way and it worked rather well. He excitedly asked me, "Did you notice that it makes a handle???!!!!"

Next thing you know, he'll be telling me how a stick is such a HANDY tool to capture and eat ants with.