Dessert

After dinner, in the car, on the way to Coldstone.

Me: I guess I could just get ice cream and you could NOT get some because your stomache hurts.
W: And then I can sit there and watch you eat it in front of me?
Me (enthusiastically): Yeah!
W: Or... Why don't I get some, then you can eat my ice cream in front of me.
Me: Even better! Why didn't you get me THAT for my birthday?

The triumphant return

Well, the return anyway. After a summer of lolly-gagging and shenanigans, I find myself blogging it up yet again. It's not that I meant to take the summer off, it just worked out that way.

While I was away, I...

• Passed two classes
• Scheduled shoulder surgery
• Turned another year older (blarg)
• Got lost numerous times in the wilds of Delaware (I didn't think it was possible, but apparently it is. For me.)
• Procrastinated a lot
• Slept even more (We're talking until 5pm some days, people. That is just pathetic.)
• Discovered those Cinnamon Melt things from McDonalds
• Attempted to swear off those Cinnamon Melt things from McDonalds
• Enjoyed a visit from my family
• Walked on the beach (and in an attempt to stop a HUGE fly from biting my leg, kicked myself so hard in the shin I had a huge purple knot for days)
• Saw the Liberty Bell (...twice)