Sunday, August 15, 2004

Ever feel as though you need to sing the praises of someone and yet curse them at the same time? I do. 1 quart of pure bliss. Mud Pie Ice Cream by *$'s. Ice Chick you are the one who has given me this pure pleasure. We bought a quart yesterday. Two dips then, and Angela had one and a half dips. Tonight I killed the other half of it. Glorious. My stomach says I love you Ice, my waistline says the opposite.
The glass is cooking the in the furnace. It should be ready for blowing on Tuesday or Wednesday. I will try to figure out a good schedule for this Fall. Hopefully a lot of blowing after school.

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