Since Saturday, I'll that I've wanted in life is a brownie sundae. Let me clarify. A delicious brownie--perhaps with nuts--along with one scoop of peanut butter ice cream and one scoop of chocolate chip ice cream, then covered with a little bit (NOT TOO MUCH!) of hot fudge, and a dollop of homemade whipped cream, and finally topped with a cherry.

The problem was, on Saturday I wasn't still hungry after dinner. Then on Sunday I kind of forgot. Then on Monday I went to Worcester for dinner with Grandma Nellie and was tired when I got home. Then on Tuesday I had therapy and was feeling to sorry for myself to have ice cream. Then last night I was seeing a fabulous play by the talented Dani and then only wanted cereal afterwards.

Perhaps tonight will be my chance. Tonight, after martinis with Ren. And after dinner. Perhaps then I will walk across the street to JP Licks for a brownie sundae. And perhaps when I will get in there I will see that there is a sale on brownie sundaes. And perhaps I will decide that it is my best day ever. And perhaps then I will see the brownies and rememebr that I don't think they look that good. And perhaps then I will end up with a small frozen yogurt or ice cream; like I always do.