Refrigerator Stories: Delayed Reaction

I was working in the office off of the kitchen when I heard my husband walk from the family room to the refrigerator.  He opened the freezer door and perused for a good thirty seconds before returning to the sofa in the family room. 

Approximately twenty minutes went by before I heard him call out.

"Do we have any ice cream?"

Every muscle in my body immediately seized.  "Why are you asking me?  I swear you just had your face stuck in the freezer not fifteen minutes ago."

"I didn't see any."

"What do you call fudgesicles, Weight Watcher raspberry pops and Snickers ice cream bars?"

"I thought maybe you had some real ice cream in the garage freezer."

Just shoot me.