Thursday, June 19, 2008
I scream
I have just got to say....I love Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I know that I'm going to have a heart attack at 50 because of it, but I really don't care. Actually, I like all ice cream. I think in this respect, I am my father's son. I remember growing up and my dad would eat a bowl of mint chip ice cream.....and when I say bowl, I really mean like 8 scoops. I could eat this junk every night for the rest of my life. More specifically, I am in a current state of infatuation with S'mores. I really don't like chocolate usually, but I could eat the entire thing in one shot. I will also settle for Oatmeal Cookie Chunk (which I'm eating as I type...but only because Heather ate all my S'mores) as well as Creme Brule. I think I even passed the gene to Josh because before anything else, he learned to recognize the Baskin Robins shop that is right next to our grocery store. Thats just fine with me though, it just means ice cream won't be leaving my life anytime soon....and praise Jesus for that!
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you can always use cholesterol lowering medications to alleviate some of the guilt...simply crush them and sprinkle them over ea bowl, scoop or carton of your choice.
Dude, we were supposed to eat that oatmeal icecream when I was there. You hid it from me didn't you? I'm pissed!
Joel and I had a talk recently about being OK with dying a few years early in order to enjoy stuff like ice cream.
If it's the difference between buying the farm at age 70 instead of 72, who cares?
Dude, I don't eat that much ice cream but when I do, I eat it. Hopefully that's not the thing that takes my life but if it is, I'm okay with that.
How did he die? A calorie overdose.
I guess that's better than:
How did he die? Well, he liked the vodka and his liver just quit.
I'm sure the ice cream thing is a little less painful too. Maybe just not as fun.
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