Mexican Praline Ice cream

After a long dubious day at work and making the decision not to go to the gym and burn off that Christmas weight, I've decided to dive into a pint of Mexican Praline Ice cream that Jennifer brought over. Now, I am lactose intolerant, but my curiosity was struck in such a way that I have bypassed the gastrointestinal turmoil that awaits me and have developed a strategic plan to ensure the safety of my underpants. I have never even seen this type of ice cream before, but my favorite ice cream is pecan praline, so it must be delightful just the same.
Now don't get me wrong, it was delicious, but in my mind nothing is worth the shadow of lactose doom short of pecan praline ice cream. So now I must deal with the five mile run that I have so eloquently put off for tomorrow and the pain caused by my hasty gamble rolled into one. I have definitely busted this table my friends. I think I shall watch some chick flick like Bride Wars and cry myself to sleep with the angst of another broken choice. Ohhhh! its at the part when they realize they want to be friends again, how predictably formulaic.
Well, at least I have my trusty pooch back, Keemow. I look forward to hearing his heavy boston terrier snoring gently coaxing me to a peaceful slumber. His recent weekend tryst with my friend Jessica has definitely worn him out. I'm just glad he had a good time with her. I've always said it, but "That dog will never wear an article of clothing unless its a Tool Hoodie!" Low and behold! She got one shipped from the U.K. and is now tailoring it to his specific physique as we Speak! Man that dog has it good!