Thanks to my poor organizational skills and a monster nap from Gideon yesterday, I didn’t manage to get to the grocery during the day, so I sent Bill to attend to it after hours. My husband is a big fan of ice cream (aren’t we all?) and never likes to leave our freezer without the stuff. Last night, Bill brought this home:
Now, I myself am a particularly big fan of the flavor combination of chocolate and peanut butter. However, I am (how shall I say?) not much enamored of the Red Sox, preferring pinstripes to red on most occasions.
What to do?
Ah, that’s better.