Last week Publix had a “Buy One, Get One Free” sale on Mayfield ice cream. As you can imagine, I hightailed it over there and picked up two different flavors (Homemade Vanilla and Brown Cow) along with a big bottle of chocolate syrup.

Mixing all of the above together in a big bowl = heaven. 

I’m just saying.

Several nights later, I realized I was the only person in the house eating said ice cream … and I had put a pretty large dent in our supply. I got really disgusted with myself, internally blamed my Husband for not being more of a pig and eating it before I had a chance to, and packed it all up in a shopping bag.

I sent all of it to work with him today. I don’t care what happened to it. It is most likely still in his truck. I just wanted it away from me so I don’t continue to stuff myself with it.

Now … I’m getting ready to go back to the grocery store. Husband informed me on Thursday that he wants us to host a Super Bowl party tomorrow, so I have to return to Publix for dip-making supplies. 

I WILL NOT BUY MORE ICE CREAM. 

I WILL NOT BUY MORE ICE CREAM. 

I WILL NOT BUY MORE ICE CREAM.