I love ice cream. I would never deny this. I know I would simply be unable to resist the temptation. So to avoid putting on too much, we have been trying to get away from the supermarket’s freezer for quite a long time. But Jessie will come over tomorrow and the weather is just in the perfect “ice-cream taking” mood. “A little indulgement for this kind of occasion won’t do any harm to anyone”, I thought, so let’s just have it right now.

The leash on my neck was taken out. We ended up having a big 1 Lt box of Blue Ribbon Choc Swirl ice cream, a 12pk waffle cones and a ice cream scooper back home. We are going to not only eat the ice cream to satisfy the stomach and taste buds, but also have fun with playing the ice cream balls. The scooper is not right, just can’t get it make a round ball. I don’t know if it’s just because of my skills or something wrong with the design of scooper. Never mind, I can get another one very soon.

So there I sat, in the couch, holding my ice cream cone, licking the cream and feeling it melting in my mouth. I felt very satisfied. I was thinking, since ice cream makes me happy, what’s the point to be a woman who is thin but lives a miserable life?