We've got a new database at work and things have been tough lately. I've been going early and staying late. Tuesday was a beautiful 70 degree day so I went to the store during my lunch break and bought a pint of ice cream called "Death by Chocolate". I took my ice cream, along with a good book, and sat out in the sunshine for a little while. Ah, what a stress reducer.
OK, I can already see some of you letting your jaw drop because I ate a whole pint of ice cream. Let's look at this realistically. A medium shake at Whataburger has as many calories as my pint of ice cream, and I didn't have a hamburger and fries with that . . . I'll bet you would have. And mine was wonderful, solid ice cream without the added milk and air bubbles, just ice cream melting in my mouth and tasting wonderful . . . chocolate with chunks of brownie or something, and a few nuts tossed in there, mmmmm, mmmmmm good. If my time has come to go, death by chocolate might be my method of choice, and I would certainly have a smile on my face as I left this earth.
No spiritual thoughts in this blog, I just wanted to see if I could make your mouth water. Did I?
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