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We tried to give it back about a month ago but they said we could use it as long as we liked. Yes!! As long as we liked!
We have been having T.H.E. M.O.S.T. F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S. ice-cream!! And we got used to having it – even though the machine is huge and loud and was taking up quite a lot of room on the dining room table.
Yes, *sob* I said “was taking up quite a lot of room“.
This morning, the phone rang. Here is how our conversation went after the initial hellos:
brother-in-law: Can I come over this morning to get the ice-cream machine?
me: What?? The ice-cream machine? You want it back? Ummm… I mean… (gulp) Yes, of course!
T: (in the background) NOOOOOO!!!
We tried to hide and not answer the door when the bell rang. But then we remembered they have a key. So we reluctantly let the ice-cream machine go.
Wah!! Once the cache in the freezer is gone, there will be no more ginger ice cream!! No more butter pecan!! No more lime!! No more…
The dining room table looks so empty!!