I had ice cream at 10:45. I decided to be a crazy-fun mom and throw the kids in the car at 10:15 and go to the soft serve stand. I know, I know, you're saying SLOW DOWN!! Yes, that is wild for me. There was a day in the very distant past (somewhere between the emergence of life from the soupy primordial seas and the industrial revolution) when I went OUT at ten o'clock. Yes, I would don my Betsey Johnson mini and sweatshirt with gignatic shoulder pads, tie my hair in a jaunty piece of white lace, tie the bow just so on the top of my head, pull on my black rubber bracelets, slide on my white flats, and swirl out of my dorm with a can of Tab filled with Southern Comfort (Tee-Hee!). We'd head to the nearest frat house with toilet paper strewn front porch and a keg and spend a dazzling evening dancing to the Talking Heads in the basement until we fell down. Sometimes we went home before breakfast. We were a disgrace and we LOVED it!!
But, these days, soft serve with sprinkles past the big one-oh is livin' on the edge. (Oh, by the way, I married one of the guys in the fraternity basement. Look at us now!)
