In an effort to boost morale, we had an ice cream party at work on Monday.
Since then, there has been a bonanza of left-over ice cream in the refrigerator at work.
This is a problem for me because I am trying to avoid growing another chin--but goddamn I can't resist a frosty treat.
Yesterday I had mint chocolate chip. Today cookies and cream.
Having only access to plastic spoons at the office, I was having a hell of a time getting the ice cream out.
Ah ha! I'll use this big kitchen knife to actually cut the ice cream out.
I don't know how, but I managed to basically slice my finger open in three separate places. The worst part is it took me more than five minutes to realize that I was hurt because I was so focused on eating my ice cream.
I have a problem.
Tomorrow, vanilla heath bar crunch and perhaps a severed thumb.