Rob and I recently wandered down to this little place in our neighborhood that sells ice cream and water ice and other delectable goodies. In case you’re wondering (although I think I’ve explained this before), “water ice” is something I have only ever had in Philadelphia, and it’s basically a cross between a sno-cone and a slushie and an italian ice, but a million times more delicious than any of those things. Mmmm.
I was good and ordered a sugar free water ice (dieting blows sometimes, but it really wasn’t that bad). As we were walking to a table, a girl came up to us and started asking us questions about Chester (who was accompanying us on his leash), like what kind of dog is he and whatnot. I could not tell you what this girl looked like or really what I said in response to her, but I can tell you that she was holding a sugar cone filled with chocolate soft-serve ice cream and topped with colored sprinkles. Later, as we were walking home, I said something about how it took me immense self-control not to order an ice cream cone of my very own. Rob was perplexed by this. “Why? Didn’t you like your cherry sugar-free water ice? You said you liked it!” I think he finally understood when I explained how, the whole time the girl was talking to us, I was refraining from punching her in the face and stealing her ice cream cone.
Rob didn’t even notice that she was carrying an ice cream cone.
Le sigh.
Oh, and I probably wouldn’t have punched her, considering that I have never punched anyone, but you know what I mean.
In other news, I must give a thousand kudos to Liz G Wiz for suggesting that I try something called “pill pockets” to ease the pain of giving Alex (my cat) a pill twice a day. That shit WORKS. The only challenge that remains, aside from remembering to administer the meds, is keeping Chester from eating it instead. Liz is brilliant!
So, what did y’all do this weekend? I stuck with the letter B: book-reading, black raspberry-picking, baseball-going, Bastille Day-celebrating, and board game-playing. B is good. Oh, and I also ran – without stopping (except for about 10 seconds one time to give Chester some water) – for twenty solid minutes. Before you get too impressed with me, I should probably confess that for the last 5 minutes or so, I ran at approximately the same speed at which I leisurely stroll, but still. This is improvement. I am graduating myself to week SIX (holy shit, week SIX!) of the couch-to-5K program tonight.
Oh – and PS – I can’t believe I keep forgetting to discuss the 4th of July with you guys. I don’t have a whole lot to say, except it rained on us at the baseball game, which sucked, and also that Chester kept running around the house going, “The British are coming! The British are coming!” (or really: “woof woof woof!”, which translates into “fireworks suck”!). Annnnd, I’m not sure why I felt compelled to come back in and write that, because it really wasn’t all that fascinating. Enh.
Oh, I don’t know that I’m “brilliant” so much as I’m “sick cat-savvy,” but…I’ll take “brilliant.” Hee. Glad they worked! When I first tried them I managed to get a cat who was HIDING UNDER THE BED to take a pill, and I was ecstatic. I may have done a little dance.
B IS good. I concur. I did a lot of C this weekend- Cooking, Cleaning, Cramping, Cutting (my hair), Coloring (my hair), Cupcakes, and Cackling (saw Eddie Izzard).
Ice water sounds yummy! Though I understand what you’re talking about. I have a really hard time not eating things I can’t eat all the time…especially if I see someone eating them.
I probably would have kicked her in the baby maker and ran off with her sprinkled soft-serve cone.
What’s Bastille Day???
Clearly it can’t be *that* important because a.)I don’t know what it is; and b.) I didn’t get a day off of work for it.
I can’t believe you and how much of a runny runner you are! Go you! Color me jealous!
B is good. I love me some books, baseball, and board games.
The running, well, I just can’t run. I’m terrible at it. I’m utterly impressed by anyone who can run.
So, sign up for that 5K, girl!!
And how, exactly, does one celebrate Batille Day? Did you organize a jail break?
I never heard of water ice until I just finished Certain Girls by Jennifer Weiner and I am pretty sure it is totally a Philly thing.
You are super impressive with your running and sugar-free water ices! Which totally intrigue me, by the way. Must try that some time.
Liz IS brilliant! And YOU might officially be a runner now. I am impressed.
You’re definitely a runner.
And, damn, that ice cream cone sounds good. It’s not even 11 am and I’m already ready for dessert!
OK, I was recently vacationing near Philly and saw water ices EVERYWHERE. I tried to ask someone how that name could possibly make sense, because how can it be both water AND ice, but he was all whatever, it’s just a slushie.
But Rita’s Water Ice is coming soon to Tennessee! It’s invading the South! (Incidentally, I still haven’t had one. But they look deliciously refreshing.)
seriously? i’m trying to eat healthy and ice cream (especially in the summer) is the HARDEST thing to avoid.
mmmmmmmm… ice cream. yum.