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[stitchwhich]

Friday was a kicked-in-the-teeth kind of day. Bad enough that Bossman and I came home too depressed to even think about food... later, when things felt better, we mutually agreed to thumb our noses at the medical community (sort of) and went out and bought ourselves ice cream.

Orange Creme ice cream (basically an orange cremecicle) and TV with da Bossman is soothing. Unless you're Bossman, then it takes some form of chocolate. (But I come out ahead because my icecream actually was healthier than his. Ha! - - as ice creams go.)