no ice cream for dinner

I had ice cream for dinner last night. A big huge bowl of white chocolate and raspberry ice cream.

You’d think I’d know better, especially with all my time at the Pujjis. But I’m a slow learner when it comes to some subjects, especially when there’s an incentive not to learn.
So today wasn’t really the best day – I got up early to drive Jamie to the airport as a small thank-you for his car-buying help, then fell asleep on the couch for a few hours because I was feeling kind of crappy after the ice cream diet.

In the afternoon, I washed the second half of the material for the blanket I’m making to match the redecorated massage room, and as I was putting it in the machine a bar of chocolate fell on the floor. I leaned over to pick it up, thinking it had fallen off some shelf in the laundry room or it had mistakenly gotten mixed up in the material in the massage room closet, then noticed a card ad fallen on the floor too. “A little treasure for the little treasure. With gratitude for the help you give so generously.” the note read. The chocolate bar and card had been folded up in the material for me to find when I worked on the blanket – good thing I didn’t procrastinate too long on that project!