The ice cream machine was empty by the time I got to it. I was so mad that I bought myself a Snickers ice cream bar. I did not enjoy it.
But I ate the whole thing anyway.
I can’t think of anything else, really. I saw Evan. I had to break the news to him about the ice cream, but he was okay with it. He didn’t need it, he said.
Well, lah-dee-dah! I drop kicked the machine in anger, but whatever.
Nah. I didn’t need it, either. I just wanted it. I’ll bet I would’ve survived without it.
It’s time for me to go. Goodnight, lovely readers. Talk tomorrow. 😘