I just read a story about a 97-year-old lady who had recently passed away. When asked whether the woman had had any particular secret to her longevity, a relative replied that she loved her beer and her ice cream, and never saw any reason to cut back on either one.

I am happy to report that, thanks to that spunky lady, I no longer carry any guilt for my nightly serving of Haagen-Dazs. In fact, I may have a little extra tonight, to compensate for the absence of beer, which I simply don’t like. Or maybe a little wine instead . . .

I’m nowhere near 97, but now I’m not worried about whether my ice cream addiction might be shortening my life expectancy. I believe it is, in fact, extending it.

Off to the freezer now. Anyone care to join me?

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
10/3/24