It's OK. Last night I had a dream where I was eating a giant marshmellow.

I woke up and my pillow was gone. :jester:

These things happen.

Above almost every quality in people I love a sense of humor.

I reread this old thread and laughed at so many posts from dear, sweet, funny people.

Nonie has been moved in for a long time and that ice cream is a memory.

But Nonie is still the sweetest and nicest person you could ever meet and a whole myriad of folks have helped her through a "difficult" time.

Now. I would like to confess my addiction to rum raisin ice cream from Publix.

My name is not Bill, but I am warning you, if you don't want to have to kick a nasty habit, leave the rum raisin ice cream from Publix alone.

I would like to thank Nonie and every single poster here for their compassion, concern, sense of humor and detailed precision ni story-telling.
As I was reading all of the posts, my Klondike bar (vanilla) topped with a Fat Boy has melted into oblivion and, you guessed it! We are now OUT OF ICE CREAM soooooo.......!YOU SAVED MY LIFE!!!!!!!
I AM NOT WORTHY.
hold a sec.
Mmmmmmmm.
got it.
some dripped on my arm.
thanks again.

What would you do-ooo-oo for a Klondike Bar! Ah, memories of Pittsburgh and Isalys. I loved to bite the chocolate off the edges, then go for the middle.