In the van on the way home after the fireworks display on the 4th, our daughter says, “The only thing that would make this night better is if we had Dilly Bars!” These are fine delicacies from Dairy Queen, in case you haven’t tasted the ambrosia offered on a stick at DQ. I immediately pulled out the handy-dandy yellow pages that I keep under my seat in the van. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my glasses with me and could not read a blinkin’ word on the page. Larisa came to the rescue and started listing the addresses for DQs. Thankfully she came across one that was four blocks from where we were! Sweet victory!
Dairy Queen on 27th Avenue and Camelback Rd. is not in the nicer part of our fine city, Phoenix. As we pulled into the driveway, my brave husband spouted, “Let’s go in!” Three of the four of us simultaneously responded, “NO!” To match the neighborhood, the drive-through speaker is not of the best quality at the aforementioned DQ either. We gave up and drove to the window to order our Dilly bars.
Dilly Bars are $1.29 plus tax….. OR six for $6.00 plus tax. Yes, there are only five Crosbys at the present time. Yes, that was a steal-of-a-deal to which my dear husband succumbed. We were happily devouring our Dilly Bars when one of our sons asked who got the sixth stick of ice cream dipped in chocolate????? And thus began the Dilly Bar Quest for Gold. “Here’s the rules!” my husband declared. “I’ll put it in the freezer right in front on the middle shelf. The first person who wakes up after 3:00 a.m. without an alarm can go to the freezer and move the Dilly Bar to a hidden freezer location. This way, they can save it for later. If you go down and the bar is moved, DO NOT EAT IT! or you will owe $5 to the winner of the Dilly Bar Quest for Gold! Remember, you have to sleep first!” The scheming began.
One son said he would eat it all right when he won at 6:30 a.m., our early riser. The other son said he would save it to eat in front of the rest of us losers. (How nice!) Our daughter just sighed, as she is a hard sleeper and late waker. I thought I stood a good chance as I awake every morning at 5:00 a.m., just to look at the clock and go back to sleep. Just my luck, it didn’t happen last night.
The next morning, at 9:30 a.m. I came out of my bedroom to hear my sons arguing…… “You set your alarm!” “No, I didn’t!” “How could you wake up right at 3 a.m. then?” “I just did!” “I dreamed of ice cream, but I didn’t wake up!” and on and on and on it went. So, the son who wanted to eat the golden Dilly Bar in front of us, did so at breakfast. Congratulations!
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