I’ll Tell You When I’ve Had Enough (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 16 2024	Views/Reads: 304/157	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I need to sharpen my focus on my spiritual life and trust God to lead me everyday.

It was evening, and the day was just about over. The Gracious Mistress
of the Parsonage and I were chilling in the living room, watching TV. 

It is always lovely when the day ends, and you can relax. Doing nothing
can become a habit. 

I'm not sure what we were watching on TV; it really doesn't matter. What
matters is that we were relaxing and enjoying the evening together. No 
appointments, no plans, just an evening of doing nothing. It's that 
kind of relaxing that I can't get enough of. It's too late to do 
anything, and it's too early to go to bed. What a wonderful scenario. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage went out into the kitchen and
then called me and said, “Do you think you've had enough ice cream for 
the day?” 

I didn't know if it was a rhetorical question or she was setting me up
for a trap. I've been set up before, and I'll never know when the next 
one will be. Anything with ice cream is worth the chance. 

I cheerfully responded, “I'll tell you when I've had enough ice cream
and I haven't had enough for today.” 

A soft voice from the kitchen area said, “Would you like me to bring you
another bowl of ice cream?” 

I responded, “That would be wonderful, and I sure would appreciate
that.” 

I can never think of a time when I had too much ice cream. My mother
often told me I had too much ice cream. But you know how mothers are? 
They don't always tell the truth. 

When it comes to vegetables, I can have too much of that. I can have too
much when it comes to other things as well. But who in their right mind 
could ever say they've had too much ice cream? 

My mother once told me, “You should be eating more fruits instead of ice
cream.” 

I responded, “Well then, get me some peach ice cream.” 

As I was growing up, all my mother wanted to do was feed me vegetables.
It's not that I don't like vegetables, but there comes a time when I've 
had enough. 

When I was young, my favorite Saturday morning cartoon was, Popeye the
Sailor Man. As you know, Popeye is famous for eating spinach, which 
gave him all the energy and strength he needed. 

One Saturday, as I was watching Popeye, my mother came in and said, “Oh,
I see your watching Popeye the Sailor Man. Do you know he loves 
spinach? I think maybe you should start eating spinach like Popeye.” 

I looked at my mother seriously and said, “You do know that Popeye
smoked a pipe. So if I eat his spinach do I also smoke his pipe?” 

That was the last time my mother ever brought that subject up. 

As a youngster, I mowed the grass for our neighbor next door, who had a
tiny grocery shop. When I mowed the grass, I went into her little shop, 
and she gave me soda pop and my favorite ice cream cone. 

She could've paid me money to mow the grass, but what value can you put
on your favorite ice cream cone? 

So when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage asked me if I'd had
enough ice cream, I cheerfully told her, “absolutely not”. There is no 
way under the sun that I could ever have enough ice cream in one day. 

If there ever comes a time when I answer my wife's question by saying,
“Yes, my dear, I think I've had enough ice cream for today,” you know 
I've lost my mind. 

I've often wondered who invented ice cream. They sure have my approval.


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