A very special shout-out to Mary, Jill, and Desiree (not even messing around with noms de blog today) for FedEx'ing me some hometown love on dry ice.
This morning, a huge box arrived for me at work, and within it, a styrofoam cooler of fabulousness: two half-gallons of luscious, sugar-free ice cream from Whitey's, a hometown legend of dairy goodness. One of my coworkers is also from Moline, Illinois, and she and I just marveled over the fact that we had actual, gen-u-ine Whitey's ice cream in our office, resting on blocks of dry ice, fogging up the room. If you're from Moline, this is like a religious thing. Seriously.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
I have really cool friends.
Thank you, ladies. You are the best.
And, I have dry ice now, so I can restage the "Stonehenge" scene from "This is Spinal Tap" right here on my desk.
While I eat ice cream.