Chocolate and Peanut Butter

Chocolate and peanut butter anything....is my favorite. Peanut butter cups, buckeyes, ice cream......anything. Yum. Even a spoonful of peanut butter dunked in a jar of hot fudge. Not that I've ever done that. Really, I haven't. Don't judge, people! We all have our weak moments. Late at night. In a dark kitchen. Whatever.

Last night my husband and I went to Tim Horton's. For those of you that don't know what a Tim Horton's is...look it up. It is only the best coffee/pastry shop around. I think these shops are only in the northern part of the country. I don't recall seeing a Tim Horton's when I lived in the south. I like Tim Horton's better than any Starbucks. ANYWAY, on with my story. We went there last night because our local Tim Horton's has united with Cold Stone Creamery. It is now like a sugar, sweet treat Nirvana....in the same building. I could live there. Like permanently. They have a lounge area  with a fireplace with a TV, along with the regular tables. After ordering some peanut butter cup perfection (for me) and for coffee lovers only (for my husband) we settled down in the lounge area to eat our cold treats. (Plus Storm Stories was on the The Weather Channel, which we all know I am a storm lover, so that just added to my bliss)

Some people might be about going out and partying on a Friday night. Not me. I was snuggled in a cushy chair, watching tornadoes on Storm Stories while I ate my favorite ice cream with my best friend (which is my husband, who by the way was also enjoying the ambiance of it all) at our favorite OPEN 24 HOURS, Tim Horton's. Life is good. Especially, when one is eating ice cream. By the way, I've mentioned I am lactose intolerant with anything to do with actual milk, or heavy cream. Because there is a God in heaven and He loves me, I do not appear to get sick from eating ice cream. Praise the Lord. I mean that. I tell Him how much I appreciate that---on a regular basis. As much as I loved  milk, I can adapt to not having it. The same would not be true if I could never have ice cream again. I would be just a shell of a person. Sad and empty with no ice cream. Just sayin'. And no it is not an addiction. It is a life choice. So there.

After finishing our treats, my husband and I decided to get the kids some too. (to bring home, since that is where they were) I felt a smidgen guilty for stealing all the bliss for myself. I thought I should share, so the kids ended up with chocolate, cake batter, and cotton candy flavored ice cream. They were happy to see their ice cream. See, ice cream brings happiness to the soul! On that note, I slept soundly knowing all was well with the world. I had done my part to make the world a better place. One spoonful at a time.