Last Sunday, in a scene on Family Guy, Peter was eating ice cream. It was green with black dots in it. It could very well have been Broccoli n' Blackfly flavour, but I interpreted it as mint chocolate chip. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And so, I finally bought some on Wednesday night.
I'm not a real ice cream freak. I can really take it or leave it. I usually leave it, because most ice cream is made with egg (I eat it, I can't breathe, my face inflates, wash, rinse, repeat, blah blah blah). But I found some sans egg and I am loving just KNOWING there is an almost-full tub of it in the freezer.
This will be the 3rd night I eat it for dessert. And I am justifying it by knowing I biked to and from work every damn day this week. That's 5 hours of cardio. Eat ice cream. Bike to work. Everything stays equal. EQUAL TO A RHINO BUTT!
My bum will be able to flatten shrubbery by summer's end.
Have a great weekend!