Yesterday my aunt informed me that she was on a diet. This was news, seeing as every night the week before we went somewhere to drink beer and eat fruit and cookies, she'd made strudel for us twice, and took the two of us out for ice cream just two nights ago. So I tired to ask if her diet included ice cream, and told her I wanted to take her out for ice cream after dinner. Well, she only partially understood, but said that I must eat ice cream, and she will drink coffee. Ok, no problem. I will take her out for coffee instead, right?
-Wrong.
We went to the grocery store... I have been trying to buy groceries for her about once a week, but she freaks out. We finally worked out a deal, I buy the groceries and make dinner for her on Wednesdays (tonight we are having American kebaps). However, last night she wanted to take me to get things for breakfast, and stuff for her meals. She then FORCED me to also get an ice cream bar. Ok, fine. I will eat an ice cream bar at the apartment while you drink coffee, right?
-Wrong.
We then take our groceries to the nearby cafe, where all of her friends are drinking coffee, and Anča makes me eat my ice cream bar right then and there. Don't worry, I was not the only one eating ice cream... one of the ladies was there with her 3 year old grandaughter who was drinking a smoothie (close enough). So the two of us sat there, in the cafe where everyone else was drinking coffee, looking like the little girls that we both were. At least it was FREAKING DELICIOUS. However, the embarrassment factor canceled out my love for things that are sweet and taste good.
Pictures to come soon!
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