I don't consider myself to be a very religious person but I do believe in "signs." Like, I drive past McDonald's and there's no one in the drive-thru plus I have an extra three bucks in my pocket. Yes, that's completely a sign that I need to swing in and buy a McFlurry. Or, I see a plate with a couple of cookies on it in my kitchen and I need just one more plate to fill the dishwasher up - yep, you guessed it, another sign.

Well, today the signs were not too nice to me today as they were directed towards my love of ice cream. I love ice cream, especially when I can eat it by myself and not share. Selfish - yes, but I don't care. It just so happened that this morning, I realized if I used the rest of the milk for my cereal, I'd have to go to the store before Gun-Gun could have his morning hot cocoa. Not wanting to torture my youngest heathen, I opened the freezer and saw the delicious glow of a half gallon of Schwan's chocolate chip ice cream.

I quietly removed the box in order to prevent any vertically challenged roommates from hearing what I was doing. I then broke out the caramel and hot fudge sauce, as I knew that I'd need the extra calories today since we might go on a walk later. You must stock pile energy and dessert toppings are an excellent source. With the toppings heating, I then addressed the frozen happiness.

But the delectable dessert wasn't having it. It was beyond frozen; it was fossilized. I broke out a steak knife and began gnawing at it as if I were sawing a log in half like a pioneer woman. When that didn't work, I broke out my favorite mini spatula (thanks Pampered Chef!) and began hacking away. Finally, relief came in the form of three two inch blocks of ice cream with a wad of gooey caramel and hot fudge. I then sequestered myself in my bedroom with the TV blaring a movie showing on LMN - the most addicting channel on TV.

Perhaps it was a sign that I shouldn't be eating ice cream sundaes for breakfast, or maybe it just wasn't. Maybe the higher power who was watching me struggle through breakfast was actually making things more difficult in order that I had a forced session of exercise. Whatever the case maybe, I thoroughly enjoyed my breakfast and the 50,000 calories it contained.