Missing ice cream

I was given the last bit of ice cream at church today. I took it to the car with all our other stuff we had to take home and left it on the front seat with my Wife to go back inside to grab a WiFi access point I had to get working. By the time I got back to the car it had all but evaporated, with my lovely wife looking at me questionly saying if I had wanted to eat it she should have been sitting in the drivers seat. I feel I have a strong argument for a divorce.

The only evidence of ice cream left

By David Dobson

I try not to let my age dictate how old I act