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My Burger King

Dairy Queen opened in a nearby town a couple of weeks ago.

Which is big news. If you live in Oklahoma, your ice cream life is pretty much dictated by Braums, which is headquartered just outside the metro.

Naturally, we agreed to go there soon after it opened because, well, it’s Dairy Queen.

I’m not one of those “opening day” kind of girls.

You’ll never see me standing outside an Apple Store waiting for the new iPhone.

You’ll never find me camped outside a mall or Best Buy Thanksgiving night for Black Friday sales.

Heck, if it wasn’t for Will I’d never even see a movie on opening night! 👵🏻

I’d much rather wait for the hype to die down.

Yet, the day DQ opened I found myself in the passenger seat next to Will in what felt like a mile-long caravan.

All for a Blizzard.

Or a Dilly Bar.

Or an Orange Julius.

Pick your poison.

Surprisingly, the line went fast. Before we knew it we were nearing the giant drive-thru menu, drooling over caloric atrocities just like the next guy.

I didn’t plan for a delicious splurge that day, but had just enough calories/macros left for a small fruit sundae.

Definitely a treat, but also no room for anything stupid either.

A friendly worker met us in the drive/through line to tell us about their grand opening special:

Buy an ice cream cake valued at $29.99 or greater and get a free DQ burger every week for a year.

Naturally, I’m thinking, um- no.

Not only do I NOT want a gigantic ice cream cake in the house all week, but more importantly, my sweet husband does not need more cholesterol in his life.

Will, on the other hand, is all, “That’s a great deal!”

He’s all about a great deal.

As he’s adding a year’s worth of dollars in his head, I’m adding a year’s worth of cholesterol, fat, and calories.

Seriously. We’re perfect for each other.

He can tell I’m annoyed.

He genuinely pretends to care.

In fact, I kind of think he does care when he tells me he won’t do it if I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Oh sure! Put this DQ deal on me!

So we go back and forth for a minute and get to the intercom to order.

As if there was any question in your mind, Will orders the Grand Opening Special- a $29.99 Reece’s ice cream cake.

That feeds 12-15.

For a household of two.

Real life.

As we roll up to pay for our giant cake, the DQ employee hands Will his very own “DQ VIP” card, outlining all the deets for his free weekly burger.

Guys, this is actually happening.

Will could tell I was miffed because of how crappily he eats all the time, let alone adding another free burger on top of everything else throughout the week.

As we arrived home and cut into the humongous cake I couldn’t help but laugh as I tried to explain my perspective, Carrie Heffernan style.

“Will you have a Dairy Queen V-I-P card.” I said slowly.

We both laughed.

I promised not to rib him too much if he promised to up his workouts a little.

Seemed like a good deal, and he’s (obviously) all about one of those. wink

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brittny I'm B-Love. Lover of God, my husband Will, my doggies, OU football, weight training, plyometrics healthy eating (mostly!), peanut butter, and all things health related. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, health and fitness tips,and my effort to rely on Christ while living life in the real world. Follow me on Feedly! Sign up for monthly emails at blove@theblovelife.com!


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