I'm sorry I always buy cartons of ice cream in pairs. Truly.
It's a sin.
I think that I do it for a sense of balance, since a scoop of Rocky Road can fly out of control if not reigned in by a bite of Vanilla Bean.
Then comes the torturous decision of whether or not to add a colossal size portion of pie. Which usually lasts eight and a half seconds.
Sometimes Andrew can't stand how I'll veto half a dozen restaurants for dinner because they use regular pasta, as opposed to wheat pasta, or white bread, as opposed to whole grain bread, or flour tortillas, as opposed to lettuce wraps, or rice rolls, as opposed to cucumber rolls, and DOES HE JUST EXPECT ME TO SCOTCH TAPE A BISON TO MY BACKSIDE?
And then after our gluten free, low calorie, carbo fearing, minimally fattening dinner we'll come home.
And I'll have this.
And if we don't have both kinds of ice cream I make a special trip to the store.