My parents were not into public displays. My dad would have simply given me the dead eye and brow furrow and as soon as I knew it, I would have shut up and sat down. There would be no intervention from a nice lady, I would have been dead. I hate bubble gum ice cream. The bubble gum is all hard and not nice and chewy and it is just....ewww... Definitely one of those things that doesn't slow me down at Baskin Robbins. I wish I was as sure of my life choices, as I am of my ice cream choices. I mean take me to the BR counter, and I will quickly get through the choices. Hmmm...show me the brown ice creams, ok, show me the browner ice creams that have fudge in them, ok, now if that didn't narrow it down all the way show me the one with nuts, and voila, my ice cream choice is made.
Last night my nieces were acting the fool. It is interesting watching Kelie go through the older awkward stage. I wonder if it will foster depth or simply resentment. Hopefully depth...I don't want shallow relatives. I had a weird dream about Gayle last night, and it was combined with Lions and Tigers and Cheetahs all wandering around, like they were in a nature preserve...YIKES
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