This is how it usually goes down when I am in the ice cream aisle.
I stand there (in the Aisle) staring at the 'options'.
Any flavor with any fruit (at all) is out.
I don't like fruit in my ice cream, why add something healthy to a heart attack?
And then just like I do every time, I leave with a pint of Ben and Jerry's Half Baked Fro Yo.
Those that follow me on instagram may have seen this picture a few weeks ago.
Those of you don't follow me should probably start now.
So when I got home from the longest Monday of the year, and my boyfriend said he had something waiting for me in the freezer, this is how I felt.
You get my drift.
That is until I found myself digging for
cookie dough nuggets gold in bed, while watching Real Housewives, and I actually looked something exactly like this.
So I called it a day, there was nothing more I could do.
I agree with Raven, if Monday were a person, he'd be a Ginger.