Yes, believe it or not I have been without a full time job for 171 days. It has been 171 days since I heard those fateful words "you are no longer employed here." Certainly not the best day ever.
But on to something way more important.
Do you see the above picture? Horrifying isn't it? That is how Jamie ruined my ice cream.
We keep ice cream in the house. We very rarely eat it, but it's something we always like to have on hand. Last night I was upset because the Braves lost. I sat down at 10pm to enjoy the Real Housewives of NYC (so good as always) and decided that I deserved some ice cream to mend my baseball pains. I scooped out some chocolate chip cookie dough and Jamie fumbled in the fridge for "Hippy" one of two Easter bunnies his Mom had given us on Sunday. We ate "Hoppy," the other Easter bunny, the night before. While Jamie removed "Hippy" from his (her?) cellophane wrap and decorative box I asked him if I could have a little in lieu of adding chocolate syrup to my ice cream. When I turned around the above picture is what was in my bowl.
I could barely eat it because my consolation prize was now looking at me.
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