I Have A Problem

It's official. I have zero self control.

Have I mentioned how much I love ice cream? Have I gone into the depths of my weakness? I love ice cream of all kinds: homemade, packaged, gelato, fro yo, shakes, custard, malts, and oh..... the sprinkles. I love me some sprinkles. Okay, I digress....

So, I stumbled upon a Facebook post earlier between two girls (Valerie) discussing flavors of ice cream. They happened to be discussing two of my favorites (Southern Blackberry Cobbler, and Birthday Cake). I chimed in with how, in the Blackberry Cobbler ice cream, I like to pick out the pie crust pieces and eat those. Which is great for me, and then when Mark goes to get some out of the carton (yes I eat my ice cream with a spoon and a carton - do NOT judge me), he is sorely disappointed and rightly frustrated because the Blackberry Cobbler has turned into a mere Blackberry swirl.

Shortly after this Facebook discussion on the wonder that is ice cream, one of the girl's husbands sent us an email. He works for Blue Bell. He let us know that pints of Blue Bell ice cream are on sale at our local grocery store for $1.00 each.

That's $1.00 for a whole pint of ice cream. With a limit of ten.

So what did I do? I started freaking out, told Mark, and we jumped in the car and high tailed it to the nearest grocery store.

We ran to the ice cream section to discover that, even though it was the first day of the sale, the ice cream was TOTALLY picked over. I mean like all that was left was vanilla. BOO. So, we asked the local clerk when they would be restocking, and planned to drive to the other grocery store. And then arose a silver lining. He said there are a couple of other end-caps that had Blue Bell. So, we ran to those and found more than vanilla. We found Cake and Ice Cream, we found Southern Blackberry Cobbler, we found Butter Crunch (Mark's fav - it's like butterfingers in vanilla), and Mint Chocolate Chip.

Normal people would have picked one and enjoyed the sale. Mark said, "How many should we get?" I responded that I wanted three of the Cake and Ice Cream and three Blackberry Cobbler. At this point I had claimed 60% of our total allotted amount. And I would have gone farther but Mark grabbed me and shook me. Okay not really. He just said he wanted some ice cream too, and I was like, what is this, a marriage? I thought it was all about me.

Anyway, he got three Butter Crunch and one Mint Chocolate Chip. He let me have my six. He's a sweetheart.

So then, fighting the frostbite that was growing on our hands, we ran to the cashier, handed him our loot and headed home to indulge.

Did I mention I started a health plan last week? Well, I did. So, let's just say I will be eating small portions of the ice cream.

Here we are, at home, with our ice cream, happy as clams. (How is a clam happy, anyway? What does that even mean?)

And yes, I wore those house shoes to the grocery store.

Remember how I have mentioned that the dogs refuse to get out of pictures that we take? Well, clearly nothing has changed.

I hope you, too, get some ice cream. It's okay to eat because I said so. (-:

~Kathryn

PS I would like to add that while I am typing this blog, Mark keeps yelling at the TV since the NCAA tournament is on, and then yelling things at me, since I'm clearly SO into the NCAA tournament. He came in here and told me something about some game. I don't really know what is going on, but I thought some of you might be able to relate to this disease that has overtaken men everywhere.