Everyone who knows Chris and me knows we stay up way too late at night. We are the epitome of what it means to be a night owl. All our best work happens at night. When it’s summer time, I’ll be up till 4am a lot of the time. I just love getting things done at night. So does Chris. Though he is much more likely to stay up that late and still get up at reasonable hour the next morning. (I cannot say the same of myself.)
Last night Chris swiveled away from his side of the desk and suggested an ice cream break. At 10pm. Heck, yes. So off to Albertsons we went, me in my pajamas, and poured over the Dreyers options until finally realizing the Breyers was, for the one time in the existence of ice cream, cheaper than the Dreyers.
Best part of this story is when I came home from work today and opened the fridge to find the two tubs of ice cream melting all over the shelf. That silly guy was a little distracted by his ice cream prospects, I suppose.
