Do you see what I see? (Do you see what I see?)
I mean, that's some 6 odd empty freezer cases.
(I know it is poor quality, but my batteries are dead on my real camera. Yes, it was in my bag...no, I don't leave home without it!)
And apparently the other stuff is really good for you...ha! ha! ha!
I don't know what is going on, but I intend to get to the bottom of this!
Ok, probably not, since I am sure some lonely broken-hearted woman probably just hijacked the ice cream truck before it made it's stop. And knowing Wal*Mart, there is another truck already en route with my Extreme Moose Tracks of the (less expensive) store brand variety, just waiting to be stocked by a blue smock, name tag wearing soul (in gloves).
Good-ness...aren't we spoiled! 3ish freezer cases of ice cream and I was not satisfied. You know, back in the days of walking to school in the snow, up hill both ways, and barefoot...I bet they only had ice cream in the winter when the weather was cold enough to store it outside, with Bessy, who we had to butcher to make it through the winter. And if you were lucky enough to have it during the summer, then you usally got sick because you had to eat it all so fast, otherwise it would just melt. Spoiled, I tell you...spoiled.
This drought has taught me one thing, you can bet I am adding rock salt to my year supply of food.