Very early in the afternoon, as my lunch salad sat heavily in my stomach and the work day dragged slowly on, I made a decision about tonight’s dinner menu.
I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, picked up my supplies, and headed home for a sundae dinner to be eaten while watching the Yankees game.
Does adulthood get any better than that?
Isn’t he trying to lose weight? Isn’t ice cream for dinner a bad thing? Doesn’t that mean he’s totally lost it?
I’ve been working way too much, running far more than I enjoy, not sleeping enough, and pretty much drifting through life in a fog.
I haven’t lost it. I just needed to do something so ridiculous and bad for me to have any real shot at rebooting my system and getting life back on track.
That sounds like logical reasoning, right?
I suppose so, but I’m still not convinced…
What’s wrong with a big bowl of ice cream after a long day at the office? Add the greatest baseball team in the world to the mix, and you’ve got a pretty decent lonely guy evening.
Maybe he’s lonely because he doesn’t take very good care of himself!
Today was just one of those days. After having two days off, I should’ve been ready to explode out of bed and hit the ground running. Things might have started out that way, but I faded fast.
And not because I was tired.
I was distracted.
I have no idea what causes it to happen, but my head will suddenly flood with thoughts of The Sweet Irish Girl, and I just can’t clear them.
I’m not a strong swimmer, so I was drowning.
I want to get off, but trying to do that is even more dangerous than hanging on for dear life and praying that the car doesn’t fly off the track and hurl me to my death.
Wow! He is really not a fan of roller coasters. What a shame because they really are the best thing about any amusement park!
Because I really don’t feel like dealing with my emotions right now, I’m going to smother them in ice cream and not give a $%^& for a few hours.
Maybe that’s not the best coping skill available on the market today, but it fits into my budget and is extremely delicious.
So I’m having ice cream for dinner and passing off this lame collection of sentences as an acceptable blog post.
If you don’t like it, grab a bowl of ice cream and join me on the couch. We can discuss it between innings…
What flavor do you have? Is there hot fudge? Maybe I can just give it a shot to show that I support you in your time of need.
Follow me on Pinterest, but only after you’ve finished your ice cream!