A dessert by any other name

These should last a week.

I don't nag my husband, Gary, about eating poorly (what's the point?), but I do tease him about it on the rarest of occasions.

It's a running joke that his idea of a balanced diet is making sure he has French fries across from the cheeseburger on his plate.

Recently, we were relaxing on the couch watching a couple hours of TV before heading off to bed. After eating one chocolate ice cream bar, he got up, walked to the freezer and pulled out another one.

Moving my glasses slightly down my nose and glaring at him from above them, I asked, using my nagging wife voice, "Going for no. 2, huh?"

"Nope," he said. "I'm calling this my middle one."

We both busted out laughing, having to pause whatever show we were watching because we were nearly on the floor.

The irony will be, of course, that he'll probably outlive me. At least there are precious moments like these to cherish along the way.

Short, hilarious video: 'Day after the marathon'

A coworker, a runner, shared this with me yesterday, and we both just laughed our butts off because it is so relatable.

Maybe it's been floating around for a while, and I'm one of the last to discover it. It wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened. Nonetheless, enjoy, and be sure and watch it up to the last second. Here's a direct link.