I was thinking just now, that I wanted to blog. But, of course, I have nothing to blog about. My life is very boring. Well...okay, not boring persay, but surely nothing worth reading about.

So instead I won't blog about myself or what I did yesterday or even the week before. No, instead I'm just going to blog about ice cream. Yes, ice cream.
I love ice cream. It is one of my favorite desserts! I love the cool, cold feeling as the ice cream slides down my throat... And that sweet taste as I shove a spoonful in my mouth... Mmmmm... Yumm. Even just saying the words "ice-cream" makes my mouth water. Ice-cream. Ice-cream. -better stop before I droll all over my keyboard. :) I think I've been wanting it more lately because it soothes the inflammation of my stupid cartilage in my stupid costosternal joint. Grr.
Anyway, my cousins like ice cream too, hence the reason why they buy it. Well I came home from work the other day and I had this really strong urge to just eat some ice cream. So I did. ...Within about three nights the large tub (not those small little boxes -a tub!) of ice cream was nothing more than sticky plastic. Yes. I ate the whole thing. And on my own nonetheless! Needless to say, the next time my cousins bought ice cream it had nuts. I can't do nuts. Not with braces.

Ice cream at my folks house is never ice-cream. It is always I. C. E. C. R. E. A. M. Got it? It is called such because I have younger siblings. And if you have younger siblings this won't be of any surprise. What else would you call it? You can't very well say the words aloud without secretly coding it in some way so that they won't understand. Duh. Once the word is said aloud with little ears to hear it, the world is done for! After that all you hear are the pleas and wines as the children cling to your leg and soak your pants with their tears. ...Not the sort of thing you'd like to go through each night.
Moving right along, I use to work at Dairy Queen. It wasn't the best, they were WAY overstaffed and hours were hard to come by, but my first week of training was really fun. I learned a ton about how to assort the ice cream and make that curly-q trademark that DQ has. It was fun. Well, except for the part when I'd make something so mouthwateringly beautiful and I'd have to see some kid shove there face into it. Ugh. I hated that part. Assorting the ice cream and having to watch it leave your hands. (Word of advice: If you work at a restaurant, never go to work hungry. Trust me. You'll end up with a doubled hip size!)
Well, I guess that's it. I love ice cream. It's as simple as that!