Ice Cream Deprivation

So earlier last week I'd picked up some Schwann's chocolate ice cream --the cream of the crop!-- from a customer at the restaurant, and it made my day...
(Though, believe it or not, I forgot I had it until the next day)
But, instead of devouring the entire half-gallon box like I wanted, I served up a small bowl and saved the rest for the next night...and the next night...and the next night...
It kind of kept me going, gave me something to aim for.
Sort of like 'You make it through today and you can have another bowl.'
Now yesterday was a good day. I started off with a curse word, true, but that's only because I was half asleep when Mom told me I had to be in the church nursery in twenty minutes. (At least, I think that's the only reason.) But I had fun in the nursery, three girls, two boys, help from another church member, and it was good. And after church I was smart enough to eat right away, so I couldn't get cranky. Plus, someone was nice enough to make a chocolate cake and tell me I could have some (maybe they should have set a limit, though, since I think I ate half of it). And even when I spilled half the powder of a butterscotch pudding mix, I only laughed because it was funny to get it all over me, and I don't mind sweeping. We had a Star Wars marathon --only the good ones, that is, episodes 4-6, with Han and Leia and Luke-- and I ate cereal for dinner (my favorite, haha). And I finished a good book, rather inspirational, and there are a couple Bible verses to look up. And I even enjoyed an episode of The Partridge Family dad put on when the movies were finished and the girls were off to bed.
Then I decided I'd finish the ice cream, since there was only so much left.
And found that somebody had beat me to it.
Good day turned bad.
And call me crazy, I know you will, but I was almost as upset as when we broke up.
Just over ice cream.
But it really did help, knowing that was in the house...
And somebody had to ruin it for me...
I wish they'd asked me, at least; I'm not that awful that I wouldn't share...

One good thing, though, I was upset enough that I couldn't even focus on a new book, so I fell asleep before midnight.

Small wonders...