On the eighth day of Christmas the ice cream man took from me - eight dollar bills. I know it's balmy here in Florida and everyone loves ice cream but it's still strange to hear "Do Your Ears Hang Low" every other day, especially during this time of year. The dude is like a crack dealer, specifically targeting kids by making his rounds as soon as they step off the school bus and my youngest has got to be his easiest mark. He all but waits at the end of the street and flags him down by waving his allowance in the air like a beacon of light for ice cream sellers everywhere.
It's time Mr. Drumstick gave it a rest. I'm getting tired of having to say no to my boys and dealing with this trigger myself. My sweet tooth is already signaling my brain like crazy with all of the holiday goodies as it is and I'm afraid I might just go over the edge if this little slice of heaven mobile ever becomes stocked with heath bar crunch. While most people put on an average of five pounds during Thanksgiving and Christmas, some of us are being carefully monitored and are expected to not gain an ounce. So go find a desolate spot in the shady underside of Tampa and leave the suburbs alone. I refuse to break.
(Someone else who can testify to the power of addiction, Gavin Rossdale - even better than ice cream.) YouTube - Glycerine - Bush
