I Scream For Ice Cream! And Pickles. And Pizza. And... posted on August 16, 2007 06:51 PM by rethwyll.
About some things, I have no shame. I sing (AND DANCE) along with the grocery store Muzak -- right in the condiment aisle! I talk to my dog as though she were my BFF and could give me advice as to why my hair is limp and lifeless despite the application of approximately eight million different brands of conditioner. But I AM deeply ashamed of the fact that, while I have been pregnant, my life has devolved into sitcom cliché: I crave ice cream like Lindsay Lohan craves crack and rehab. I can't get enough! Night, day, elevenses, second breakfast, posting to CONSUME: anytime is a good time for ice cream.
As long as I'm indulging myself, the least I can do is have some sexy ice cream bowls (like these Zaks!) lying around at my disposal. Hip moms like me don't eat ice cream out of plain old ordinary cereal bowls. (That's what I keep telling the dog, anyway.)
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