Ice Action / Quiz it up!

Q: Which big cat should you never play cards with?

A: Cheetah!

Q: What do you call a woodpecker with no beak?

A: A headbanger

Take it in turns to sing 'row row row your boat' whilst doing star jumps and see who can hold the tune the best

No, I did not go back in time to reminisce about my childhood games, for they looked nothing like this...

Thanks to my two challenging (I really want to say 'unthinking') brothers my early years consisted in wrestling, watching "Candyman" (of whom I am still afraid, by the way), hunting for hidden porn magazines, collecting chocolate foil wrappers to support hash* smoking (It wasn't me smoking, but them. I started a bit later :P), and covering up for them lying to the police. Once again, I do come from a pathological family :O I still do believe I have grown to be quite normal.

Sooooooo, what is behind those cheeky monkeys is my every-now-and-then, over-the-weekend secrecy. Ice Cream! One and only Wall's Soft Scoop Vanilla (www.sharehappy.com).

Rays of Sun Marathon

"All hope abandon ye who enter here."**

My evening Heaven smothered with ice cream turns into my morning Inferno... moral hangover, which is the worst of all. Having drunk too much beer - you are fed up with beer and all the breweries within a hundred kilometres from the pub where you spent the previous night (was it a pub or a bar? Yeah! Like that matters...). Having drunk too much wine - you curse grapes, the stupid bartender who sold you yet another bottle seeing that you could barely stand on your own feet, and all the Australian harvesters. Having drunk too much vodka? Well, you probably hate sun rays, traffic noise and pretty much everything around.

(Mind you! If you are not experiencing any of the symptoms above, you quite convincingly show Alcohol Dependance Syndrome :P No worries, you're not alone... a 'high five' with nine in 100 men and four in 100 women in the UK!)***

But having eaten too much ice cream? You hate yourself, for one cannot hate ice cream (Ross has always seemed strange to me). That's where the misery starts. Trapped in self-loathing, if gluttony strikes you Sunday through Thursday... Even kids know that calories don't apply over the weekend. Friday, will you marry me? :)

"I do it for... I do it for the love [x2]" :)

#GoodbyeSerious

Those who know me will believe when I say that I'm actually 100% up for buying vanilla tubs for its riddles, and not for ice cream itself. Of course, craving for vanilla ice cream was the main motive in the first place, but eventually my child-like stubbornness took over and I entered one-person, me-against-me type competition to get as many happy messages as possible. Either Wall's knows my needs or I know theirs...

Anyway, once you open a box, you don't let ice cream sit around in the freezer for too long, and since life ain't no easy pie, you find yourself most lured into grabbing a spoon at night, when you know you passed the-last-meal o'clock a few hours ago. Left, right, left! No one's looking, no one's judging... The next thing you know, you are floating (you could swim - if you controlled it) in a vanilla river and you have to add 300 kcal extra (or 150 kcal if you try to fool yourself and tamper with the kitchen scales) to "MyNetDiary"...

"My spoon is tooooooo biiiiiiig". Oh, what a diet spoiler! I cannot be trusted with ice cream. Thus, I always think twice before I open the freezer. But - at times - giving it a second thought is a challenge big enough to break the tub open. Fucking illusion of freedom and choice.

But every (vanilla) cloud has a silver lining and I get to leave a love message carved in ice cream... ("I do it for... I do it for the love [x2]")

I am the queen of excuses!

P.S. On monday I will skip my breakfast and we are good to go... Catch up with you on Friday, love ♡

*funny that nowadays, the word hash makes me think about Instagram rather than cannabis... ;)

**From Dante's Divine Comedy. The 1814 translation into English by the Reverend H. F. Cary

*** Is it obvious that I have a slight tendency to look down on the majority of Britons? :O