There are few things that make me so happy as good ice cream
Hmm. I suppose that’s not entirely true, but close enough.
Tomorrow is Ice Cream Friday at work. I have been looking forward to this ALL WEEK. They bring in a Ben and Jerry’s man, and he has six or seven tubs of B&J ice cream, and there are toppings, but I so rarely get them because the ice cream is too good to pollute with sprinkles and crushed Oreos.
Tomorrow I’m also going to Chicago for the weekend because Rashaad has graduated from college, so of course we all have to show up in the same place and have a party. There was a suitcase issue (namely that I didn’t have one, as my gargantuan suiter that I took to India is still in Augusta), but that’s happily been resolved by me borrowing Mansoor’s carry-on for the weekend. Now I’m having a packing issue as I realized halfway through, while on the phone because I like to multitask, that everything I’d packed was either black, white, or denim. I know this season is all about the monochromatic, but I think that’s taking it a bit far.
There’s a possibility my plane reading material is going to be my hardback copy of Jonathan Strange, which is also monochromatic, and that’s no end of funny to me. And possibly only me.
(Also, y’all will be proud of me for going to Borders purposely to buy plane reading and walking out with nothing because I have several books at home that work perfectly well as plane reading. I almost caved on In the Company of Cheerful Ladies, which Doppelganger loved so much, but I decided I had to start at the beginning of the series, and The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency was only available in hardback.)
I was going to take a laptop and work on the blog somewhat, and work on work somewhat, and catch up on my email a little, but now I think a few days away from the computer will be good for my carpal tunnel and for me, too.