For the worshiper of cream and sugar and frozen fat, the devout of the frozen confection, today is essentially the equivalent of a saint's day, worthy and deserving of reverent observance and celebration. While I definitely love to indulge in the mass-produced, grocery store staple, the traditional chocolate cookie biscuit, perforated in a perfect grid, and vanilla ice cream in that delightful rectangle, encased in a clean white shroud, I prefer a freshly made chocolate chip cookie with soft homemade vanilla ice cream. To be honest, I would be perfectly happy with either, especially at the moment, bored in my cubicle. On the other side of this not at all hallowed wall, two of my colleagues, each married with two sons and each bemoaning and battling the last pounds of pregnancy weight, are arguing about Weight Watchers points. I breathe a sigh of relief, that for now that is not my reality, and pity them for neglecting to embrace the true glory of this sacred day.
(image taken from Ice Cream Sandwich)