This about sums up my day:
I have eaten everything I can get my chubby, dimpled hands on, today.
And those bastards, Ben and Jerry, have made the most nummiest Pistachio Pistachio ice cream.
Which I'm going to go have a second bowl now. To drown the sound of the thoughts that are gyrating through my noggin': My five year anniversary is on Saturday, this Wednesday is my un-due date and I'm approaching thirty like a runaway train on shortened track.
Now where'd I put that damn ice cream scoop?