The Good Ice Cream

I used to have a friend who would help me through break ups when I was in the dating world. I could always tell how bad it really was when he would tell me it was time to break out the good ice cream.

The theory as I best understand is that a two week crush is only worth lime sherbet. Where as like a six month relationship can move up to a carton of Ben and Jerry's........you get the idea.

So just now I was looking in my refrigerator and realized, I don't have the good stuff or the bad stuff, unless you count those kiddie Popsicles in the plastic wrap that you suck out. (I guess that would be a bad date on the previous scale.)

Next, I just rummaged through my kitchen aka the war zone--yes his dirty socks are where he left them on the kitchen table. I found three chocolate mini-eclairs still good, I put cream cheese on 7 frozen pancakes, I ate a can of Vienna sausages which I know is weird but they are comfort food for me. Then, I hit mecca.

Women suffering from depression should not be allowed to go down the Halloween Candy Aisle at Wal-Mart. For some reason, I was sure I needed 7 of those 5 pound bags of mixed candy. Gosh Darn I was right. I will not be at home handing out candy. I did not eat it all and I have called Daddy for an intervention. He will be here tomorrow morning at 10 am to pick up the remains.

I wonder how many mini-twix bars it takes to equal "The Good Ice Cream?"