It Just Popsicled Into My Head

| Romantic | August 13, 2014

(It’s a hot summer night in the south. My fiancé often gets a bit out of it late at night.)

Me: “It’s so hot! I need something to cool off. You know what I want?”

Fiancé: “Ice pickles.”

Me: *stare at him in confusion until it finally clicks* “Yes. Bring me a popsicle, please.”

(He was impressed that I figured it out, and to this day we refer to popsicles as ‘ice pickles.’)

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