One of my favorite things to hear growing up was that musical truck outside of the house. Yup, the ice cream man. And I still do love that sound. But today was a little different..
A couple months ago, Robert and I were at the house when we heard the truck go by. You cant hear the truck go by and NOT run out there like a little 5 year old, so we did. Its so hard to choose just one, but after much thought I ended up with the Watermelon Bomb Pop and he got the Fudge Bomb Pop. We ate them like 5 year old kids too. But..
I shouldve gotten the damn Fudge Bomb Pop.
So for the longest time I kept two dollars on me (if you know me, you know that I rarely ever have any cash on me) because I craved that Fudge Bomb Pop. And for the longest time the ice cream man would not come back. Eventually I spent the money on something else.
To my surprise, while I was taking a nice little nap today, I was woken up by the musical truck. I cant remember the last time I jumped out of bed so fast. But instead of running out the door, I ran to the window to watch the truck go all the way down my street and then turn around and go all the way back until it disappeared. I felt like a disappointed 5 year old girl.
And even acted like one when I went straight to the edge of my bed and sat there to mope.
On a more positive note, this morning I worked out on the elliptical for an hour straight. I left the gym over 500 calories less then when I got there and I felt damn good about it. Maybe this was why I didnt get my Bomb Pop..
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