It's Sundae!

Oh, yes, folks, Sundae. Not Sunday. It is *Sundae*. And this day *is* sacred.

On this day, I can eat whatever I so desire. Cupcakes for lunch? Go right ahead. Fries and ice cream for dinner? Sure thing, baby, I am all over that goodness. I forgot breakfast, you say? You're right, I did - - okay, then, cheesecake for breakfast. How's that?

Don't worry, though, I'm prepared. I have Pepto.

For this Sundae's big activity, Didge and I are planning on checking out a new Goodwill Emporium that opened up not far from our house a few days ago. It is my understanding there is a rather large book section, a little cafe, and many, many square feet of goldmining goodness. And just across the parking lot from this thrifting wonder, there is a Dairy Queen.

Let that settle for a moment. I get to thrift, and then? THEN?? I can get a Dilly Bar. Or a float. Or maybe, if I so choose, one of those decadent brownie bowl monstrosities that will surely leave me lolling on the couch, joyously wondering why in blazes I did that to myself. Again. I might decide to have a meal there, and sensibly order the mini-sized Blizzard as my dessert. (See? I can practice restraint!) I'm *so* excited.

Have a brilliant, decadent Sundae.