"Without ice cream, life and fame are meaningless."

CHERRY GARCIA!

You scored 70% SWEET, 66% CHUNKY, and 59% UNIQUE!

cherry sweet cream base with cherries and fudge chunks

Awesome...you are one of my personal favs: Cherry Garcia. You fall in the middle on all measurements- sweet, wild, and unique, but not overwhelmingly so on any of those. You make a good friend, able to share your unique perspectives on things, and able to have fun without winding up in jail or something. Good job.

My test tracked 3 variables

How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 23% on SWEET

You scored higher than 42% on CHUNKY

You scored higher than 31% on UNIQUE

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The Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Flavor Test
Written by weered1 on Ok Cupid.

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Last night I had plans to go to Ryan’s Pub with Gina and Andrea, and imbibe, and eat their amazing homemade potato chips and boneless buffalo chicken wings. But Ted’s sleep study was Thursday night, and Gina was tired from sleeping in a chair all night, and Ted wanted to stay at home and sleep in his own bed Friday night – all completely understandable.
But – such is the perfidy of a friend – I called Andrea and hemmed and hawed and said, “Maybe we should reschedule anyway, its cold out, we can get together tomorrow…” Really (I am sorry, Andrea, I am a bad friend…) H had said, “Want to watch Henry V after the boys are in bed?” What? My husband and I …awake…together in the same room….doing something relatively active (hey, get your minds out of the gutter, the baby is merely five months old!)…how could I pass up that opportunity? So I cancelled on Andrea (I AM sorry – and I still don’t know WHAT you did to your hair) and then – as is only just and right in the karmic way of things – H said at 8:30, right after the lights were turned out in the boys’ room and the baby was put in his crib with a full tummy, “I’m really tired. I don’t think I’ll make it through a movie. I’m going to bed.” I admit, I was pissed off. So I took my anger and channeled it into devouring a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chubby Hubby ice cream. That’ll show him, if I get all fat and flubby, darn it!

So that’s my exciting Friday night this week – curled up in bed with a pint of ice cream and a good book. Could be worse, I suppose. And maybe Andrea will forgive me yet : )

I wasn’t in the mood for the Mary Gordon book about her dead father, The Shadow Man,that I have been reading; so I looked through my stacks for fluff. I have the newest issue of “Brain, Child” but that wasn’t right. Gina’d lent me God-Shaped Hole but despite – or perhaps because of – its Nirvana-ey sounding name, it seemed a little too heavy (I know the guy has to die, right?), so that wouldn’t work. So I picked up Laurie King’s The Game, which I’d started a while ago and could not get into, and was completely engrossed this time around. I only have one more Mary Russell mystery after this, The Locked Room. Once I read that, I am reduced to waiting for King to write another installment. I HATE that feeling.

I am embarking upon some Mitford reading – no, not Jan Karon, her books have run their course – Nancy Mitford - I dunno where my copy of Love in a Cold Climate is, but I know I will have to borrow The Blessing and Don’t Tell Alfred from the library. I am pretty sure that’s the sort of thing I am in the mood for. And then there are three books Lazy Cow has mentioned that I want to check out, but I can’t put in a request at the local library due to that crazy 33-dollar fine. I have to go there, pay it, and then I can request. I hadn’t realized quite how squirrelly I get when I can’t request books. Because, you know, the world might COME TO AN END if I can’t read them RIGHT NOW. And just so you know, they are:
- Shakespeare – Peter Ackroyd
- Hunting Unicorns – Bella Pollen
- The Silver Crown – Robert O’Brien
But don’t all go requesting them at the Carnegie Public Library at once, because then they won’t be there for ME. (Except Gina, who I know will lend them to me to read before they have to be returned, if necessary.)

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Just a quick aside: when H works from home, he uses some sort of software that simulates his work computer, where they have Internet filters. So not only can I not access my email, but certain websites are not available for viewing, due to being categorized as “porn” (PoppyMom) or containing “adult themes” (Penny Pressed’s Fashionable Chaos). Badger, you will no doubt be surprised – and perhaps disappointed - to learn that your blog loaded with no trouble at all.

Yeah, that blew me away, too, dear.