First World Problems: I Have Them

Mirrored from brigidkeely.com/wordpress.

I took a walk today thinking that going out into the fresh air would be much cooler and nicer than staying in the apartment.

I was wrong.

It kind of felt like someone was following me around with a blow dryer or a very large panting dog or something. Hot, humid, blowing on me. Not pleasant.

I walked to the corner store and bought some ice cream sandwiches. Not the rectangular one with the squooshy not-quite-cookie chocolate encasing vanilla ice cream, although those are good. I wasn’t in the mood for squooshy almost-cookie, so I got some straight up cookies with ice cream in the middle.

Or what looked like straight up cookies with ice cream in the middle.

It’s more like sponge cake with ice cream in the middle.

They are all gooey and squishy and stick to my fingers and bluh. When I was a kid, I remember ice cream sandwiches where the cookies were actually cookies, kind of crisp, kind of thick, they were hard to eat because you’d bite down and the cookie pieces were hard to bite through and they’d squish together and the ice cream would ooze out the sides and it was just a mess. Tasted good, though.

I miss those ice cream cookie sandwiches. The ones in the freezer do not measure up.

I asked a friend of mine if she’d eaten those same kind of ice cream cookie sandwiches, and she said no. The only novelty ice cream she ate as a kid was dilly bars from Dairy Queen.

I have not had a dilly bar in at least fifteen years. Possibly twenty.

I don’t have decent ice cream cookie sandwiches and I don’t have a dilly bar. I’m also on my third shirt of the day because I’ve soaked two with sweat already. Life’s sooooo hard right now.