This weekend I’m craving ice cream, if we’re getting right down to it. Dairy Queen to be exact. A butterscotch-dipped cone if we’re really getting down to the nitty-gritty. I’m also really craving a trip to some thrift shops and antique stores. How much will it take to bribe my main man to accompany said trips? We shall see. I’m taking bets on this, you know. He’s lactose intolerant and not a woman, so it’s not looking too good for me.
Have a great weekend, would ya? No pressure or anything.