I have seen heaven. And it is Cold Stone Creamery.
Jill and I went there tonight, and it's seriously the best stuff I've ever had. Go there as soon as you get the chance. I had Peanut Butter Perfection, which was chocolate ice cream, spread with peanut butter and a Reese's cup, topped with chocolate syrup. Jill had this Apple Pie something, which was sweet cream ice cream, with apples, cinnamon, and caramel syrup. OH MY GOODNESS. So freakin' good. And I'm sorry that I ranted to you about it. But I can't help it.
In other evening events, Jill and I tried, and failed miserably, to color our hair. Hairs? Well, we did it, but either the color didn't take to our hairs, or we just picked colors that were too close to the original colors. In any case, we're trying again on Wednesday, with more drastic colors. She's wanting to lighten up, and I'm wanting to erase the blonde from my hair altogether. We'll see what happens. My muse is calling me. So. I must answer her. More later, perhaps.