Yesterday at work (Ralph's Famous Italian Ices) many people wanted Banana Fudge. This ice is a cream ice, which means there is some milk in it. (The milk reference has nothing to do with me being lactose intolerant in case you thought it attacked me or something). And there is fudge in it,hence the name, as such when i go to scoop it I get some on my arm because some of the fudge is alone the wall of the container. Hence, I had fudge on my arm. Pat, my boss, suggested we have Arm Fudge as a flavor. I then tired to think of what arm would taste like. I settled with Pork.

Pork and Fudge. I smell a hit!

Sorry for delay. Travel and being home take up time and unfortunately, blog, we just can't hang out like we used too. Don't worry I'll take you out for ice cream later.

In other words, I think the weather has amnesia. It doesnt remember that it's supposed to be nice outside and not cold or rainy. Poor ol' weather hasn't been herself. Fell down and hit her head on a rock, she did. Now she done fordot all 'bout herself. Shame, aint it?
(spits tabacci into the dirt)

And now, A Haiku

Oh, Miso Tired
The feet did too much today
I will eat dinner.