Susan's Addiction

My name is Susan and I am an ice cream junkie.

I blame it on my father--he started me on my habit, placing my first cone in my hand when I was just a little girl too helpless and young to defend myself. And the house my brothers and I grow up in was just down the hill from a Creamery. Dad bought it. Plus, he always had a five gallon tub of vanilla (he was strictly a vanilla man) in the basement deep freeze, with a box of cones in the cupboard over it. And a girl's supposed to ignore that HOW?

I can't even have half gallons in my house because I simply cannot stay away from them. Trust me, I have rationalizing down to a science. I can roll an entire serving onto a teaspoon and fool myself that I'm just eating a spoonful. So we only buy it when we're having company.

Which I had last weekend. My Sweet Baby Boy and his girl (Okay, so family isn't really company--close enough) were coming for dinner on Mother's Day, so Friday night my husband and I went to the grocery story. We had to go then, because I needed stuff for potato salad and I was spending Saturday with my mother and I refuse to lift a finger on Mother's Day itself. Hey, I am a mother--it's my day.

And oh, joyous evening, Safeway had a buy-one-get-one-free sale on half gallons of ice cream! When I showed up in the produce department where the soulmate had our basket, he took one look at the half gallon carton of coffee and the half gallon of peppermint I had clutched in my hot little hands and said, "You really want to get those two days ahead of time?"

"Hey, it's Mother's Day weekend," I snapped.

"O-kay."

I actually did quite well. Yeah, yeah, so I was gone most of Saturday, and I ate ice cream at my mother's. Still. By the time the kids got to our house late Sunday afternoon, I hadn't even opened the coffee. (cuz once it's open, baby, I'm toast) And I left an entire quarter inch skim of peppermint in the bottom of the carton, so I could honestly say I hadn't eaten the whole thing all by myself. And of course , since everyone insisted on having some of the coffee ice cream, when I killed it off later that night, I'd really only eaten maybe a third of the gallon.

Still, I probably won't be buying more any time soon.

What are YOUR addictions?