Last week we had a farewell party. There is no fewer than 5 half-gallons of ice cream in the work freezer. So, every afternoon, I get to have some. (Which is only fair since I missed the party last week.)
The best part? I can eat ice cream in PEACE! No 3 yo on my lap saying "mo i keem" or peering into my bowl to see what's left. I can have a full serving (or more) all to myself!
Life is good at this moment.