tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312988490959697239.post4171313895368017118..comments2022-11-23T04:41:39.592-06:00Comments on Photographs from Here: Ice CreamMerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01943727056147341601noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312988490959697239.post-42853868634073887092009-03-12T22:12:00.000-05:002009-03-12T22:12:00.000-05:00Mom- They are excatly like sharks! Lin- We are ea...Mom- They are excatly like sharks! <BR/><BR/>Lin- We are eating your share of ice cream over here. Sorry about the picture of the butter pecan. Hee hee.<BR/><BR/>Lisa- Baskin and Robbins Birthday Club? I have to hide that from the girls. They will want to know if they can celebrate half and quarter birthdays.Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01943727056147341601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312988490959697239.post-45652546970003643032009-03-11T22:30:00.000-05:002009-03-11T22:30:00.000-05:00We rarely have ice cream in our house. We are me...We rarely have ice cream in our house. We are members of the Baskin Robbins Birthday Club, though, so we take advantage of our free scoop of ice cream on our birthdays.Lisa Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00213275634265644506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312988490959697239.post-88616253978844034072009-03-11T21:29:00.000-05:002009-03-11T21:29:00.000-05:00You know what? I don't like ice cream. Isn't that...You know what? I don't like ice cream. Isn't that weird. I know, I accept that. When I was growing up, money was tight because my dad died when I was seven. There weren't a lot of extras, but my mom would splurge every once in awhile on ice cream--Butter pecan flavor...every single time. My brother and I hated butter pecan ice cream and wouldn't touch the stuff and she would eat the whole gallon herself. I find that so selfish of my mom when I think back on that. Isn't that awful? Maybe that's why I don't like ice cream.Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07042143254001890567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312988490959697239.post-43365251351743794692009-03-11T18:27:00.000-05:002009-03-11T18:27:00.000-05:00Hahah...that's what game goes on in my head with i...Hahah...that's what game goes on in my head with ice cream. I'm always thinking...hmn...I accomplished SO MUCH at work today, I deserve ice cream. And on the other days, it's: man, I really wasn't very productive, it was a rough day, I deserve ICE CREAM! Funny how it applies to any situation:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312988490959697239.post-1664607860521844072009-03-11T08:44:00.000-05:002009-03-11T08:44:00.000-05:00It's an obsession! Don't you just love it when the...It's an obsession! <BR/><BR/>Don't you just love it when they're circling you, just waiting for a bit to fall their way?Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com