I was messing around, and started ringing the little bell, telling my husband that I would need a bigger one if we were to buy the house. He would never hear the dinky little bell if I had to call him in for dinner.
While ringing the bell, and acting like I was calling my husband to the chuck wagon, I soon heard two little girls yelling; ice cream man! As they excitedly ran down the hill from the farm across the way.
I felt so bad.
….and they waited for the ice cream man who never came down that gravel road.
I covered my mouth in shock, and shamefully walked away. I suppose there will be no bell ringing if we move there, unless I have ice cream to give away.
p.s. Oh, husband of mine–I’m going to do something today–which may include going to the grocery store! 😀