First of all, this is not Josiah's fault, but when I was out in Rhode Island in April, he was given a treat of an ice cream cone when he was a good boy. Well, what a great idea. The problem is, once I was home, I couldn't stop thinking about him and Annika, and the ice cream cones. One night after choir rehearsal, I had such a craving for one. I knew I could stop at an ice cream shop and buy a cone, but the Scott in me thought, "I could buy some cones and ice cream like Rachel does, and save some money." So, into a grocery store I went; bought a box of Keebler Waffle Cones and a half gallon of maple nut ice cream. Oh my, that was my downfall. Not only did I eat one cone, but upon finishing it, I made another.
Well, that was some time in early May. Since then I have bought 2 more boxes of cones and 3 more half gallons of ice cream - 1 of butter pecan; 2 of banana walnut (a limited edition)! As I said, it is NOT Josiah's fault, or anyone else's. I am to blame. Somehow I have to get a handle on this new temptation.