Yesterday, Beth and I decided to go
on a diet. After sitting on our asses most of the winter
and chowing down on every cheeseburger and donut within sight,
we figured it was about time to go on a Pot Watch. I'm at
a record weight and she's......well......I'd better be
diplomatic and just say that she hides it well.
So, after pumping each other up with
vows to eat nothing but broccoli, bag-o-salad, and peaches for
the next two weeks, we set out for the mighty Food Lion last
night. On the way, we passed one of those big yellow
Schwan's ice cream trucks. Strangely, a little side door
on the truck wasn't secured and it was slowly opening and
closing as the truck barreled down the street.
Beth and I looked knowingly at each
other. Sure enough, about 100 yards down the road we came
upon a dozen boxes scattered across the street.
Fudgesicles, Nutty Buddys, and ice cream sandwiches lay sadly on
the asphalt.
It had to have been some kind of
sign.
