As of last night my feelings for Jimmy have become a bit more involved, thanks to this!
Seriously. Wow. Vanilla ice cream, a salted caramel swirl and clusters of fudge covered potato chips. Yeah, that's right. Potato chips. K and I downed an entire carton while watching our recorded episode of The Great Food Truck Race (we are suckers for FoodNetwork reality shows. Can you believe K chose the Boston Grilled Cheese truck as his favorite to win!? Psh).
...In hindsight we probably should have actually watched Jimmy Fallon while eating. Huh. Oh well.
I should feel bad about eating this (insanely delicious) garbage just three days before my big race (the RUSH triathlon in Rexburg, ID!!!), but I just can't muster the remorse. Not with all of the training and stress I have been indulging because of said race. I even had a Hunger Games-style dream about it. I was riding my bike through the jungle while crazy-in-shape evil triathletes hunted me.
Some gross(ly amazing) ice cream is in order. Right?
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