Who knew Ding Dongs can cause bodily harm? Tonight, while waiting for dinner, my husband, sister, and I decided to play SceneIt. I asked Nathan to bring me a Ding Dong because I needed a snack before supper. So I’m sitting there talking to Jo and all of a sudden, something hits me in the neck with a resounding SMACK!
Ding Dong. Brand name for a chocolate cake dessert. You’d think something made out of cake would have a little give in it, but you’d've thought wrong. Turns out Ding Dongs are surprisingly resilient little buggers!
Of course, my first reaction was really pissed off. I mean, what in the world possesses a 30-year old man to make him think that lobbing a Ding Dong across the house is actually a good idea?! Then, Jo starts laughing her head off because she sees the absurdity of it all. So here I am, rubbing my stinging neck, trying to yell at Nathan while I’m giggling with Jo. (Giggles are contagious, don’t ya know) It’s so hard to stay mad while you’re laughing…
Anyway, a few minutes later, we’re all in the car heading to dinner (at Mel’s Country Cafe… yummmmmm), and I ask Nathan why he thought lobbing a Ding Dong was a good thing to do.
“Who WOULDN’T lob a Ding Dong, Becca?!”
How do you argue with that?! He leaves me speechless sometimes.
Meanwhile, Jo is in the backseat still giggling, so I say, “ok, how would you like me to throw a Ding Dong at YOU!?”
To which I get the following reply: “Well, now that would be just stupid. Now we KNOW they hurt!”
*sigh*
I just finished reading a book about a female missionary who also likes to throw food. The book is “Flabbergasted” by Ray Blackstone. I think you would really enjoy it. The main character is a Texan transplanted to South Carolina then he has to make a choice of taking a job in New York or joining the missionary in the Amazon jungles of Ecuador. Not as easy a decision as it sounds.