Hearing the ice cream man drive by my house everyday. That awful music that you hear from blocks away. I feel good about my progress, but that trucks slowly moves down the block coming closer and closer.
That is almost as bad as leaving my gym and having to stare at the best ice cream place in this small town. Turtle Sundays $2.50 the sign cries out. And their I am looking at The Frosty Boy with his evil little eyes looking right back at me. He will be closed soon enough though winter is comming.
