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WARNING!!!! Unless you want to gain pounds overnight, do not tell your hubby that you need a little "alone time" and you've decided to run to the Christian bookstore to select the music for your next solo at church since you will be singing on September 17 in the 11am service. Because in the back of your head you will be remembering that advertisement you saw for the new Coldstone Creamery shop that is just across from the community college, and that is not too far from the bookstore. And the reason for the sudden need for alone time is that you don't want to bring the wee ones along who will cause you to settle for the "Like It" size rather than the "Love It" size that you really want. And after you get on the road and realize you forgot the $1 off coupon included in the ad, you will say "O well, I'll just use it next time I go." And when you get there and the line is stretching out onto the sidewalk, you will say "It's my night out, so I have plenty of time to wait." And as you eat it, you will tell yourself that it really is as good as you remember from the last time you had it, and that it won't make one bit of difference on the scale. And you will also tell yourself that it will be easy to stay away from eating too much of it, because after all, the shop is, like, 20 miles from home, so you can't just run over there any old time you want. And when you look up the website to get the luscious picture for this post, you will conveniently ignore the helpful tab labeled "Nutrition Information".

And you will suddenly remember that you need something else at the Christian bookstore.

Comments

Just Me said…
I LOVE your posts!! I read them and think " Wow! there really is another mind that thinks like mine!" How scarey...yet comforting is that?! Oh...and boy I could taste that icecream!
Anonymous said…
HEY, next time you want some alone time from the kids and hubby, swing by and get me, I WOULE Love one of those WITHOUT my kiddies oogling my ice cream cone! I swear they finish theirs and want the rest of mine! SICK of sharing!
Camron's friend told us about that place and I still have to get there to try it!!! YUMMY!
~Sue
Anonymous said…
OOoooo, even for me, not a huge ice crean fan, I LOVE that place. I say their ice cream is too fancy and expensive to "waste" on kids when they'll be just as happy with Baskins and Robbins. We reserve Cold Stone for the date/adults nights out. Man their stuff is good!!! Worth every bit of walking the next day to get it off in my book. :-)
tim said…
great post, how did you keep your tongue in your cheek for that whole piece. you've got us all running to the freezer at 11:47 pm. not good for the double chin either
Since you did so well we'll forgive you for not posting Saturday.
PandaMom said…
I love it! I love it! I love it! This has to be your best post since I have been reading yours!!!! My heart is right there with you on this little Mama's night out!
Unknown said…
Guess I'm way out there in left field somewhere. Never been to Coldstone Creamery but you sure have my curiosity peaked!

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