Devastating

I know devastating is a strong word, but that is really how I felt yesterday. Suffice it to say, after an anticipated meeting to assess our progress, the figures in my head and the ones in reality did not match. I'm just tired of this and that and some more...no details. I'm taking some cues from Jon Gosselin who must regurgitate, "It's a private matter and we're dealing with it privately" in his sleep he says it so much... and when you feel absolutely devastated, there is only one thing on the planet that can make it better (well, other than a magic fairy fixing the problem of your devastation)...

My long lost Ben and Jerry's hasn't tasted this good since Josh Orton dumped me my Junior year of college. You know things aren't good when the only resort left is to eat a pint of Mint Chocolate Cookie. At least when I was 20 I could eat as much of this depression aggression as I wanted and not weigh an ounce over 117. My one consolation in the event that I've eaten more of this stuff in the last 24 hours than I have in the last 24 months is that, heaven help me, it is on sale 2/$5 at Albertson's. I've been back twice in a day and plan on stocking up tonight again (wo nelly Cheesecake Brownie). And yes, while some pieces of my world are a bit devastating right now, Ben and Jerry's did take the edge off and I do feel marginally better.

***The irony is that I don't even really like ice cream.

...I guess that just goes to show the heeling power and perfection of this drug from Vermont. We even suspended our boycott of B and J's this week to indulge (it's an NRA thing). Didn't really solve the devastation, but so numbed the sting.

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