the girl scouts must be practicing witchcraft. i had been trying to get my boys off their buns and to the dairy godmother all the live long day when our teeny tiny, sweet, polite and charming neighborhood girl scout showed up with our delivery at about 5 p.m. on saturday. it was just the push we needed to scoot out the door, ruin our collective dinners and paint atty the best chocolate goatee this side of a sunny march day. i only managed to sneak in a few licks before atticus firmly protested, "atticus have it!" hmmm, might be time to splurge for a second cone.
p.s. the custard was bonkers delicious. duh.
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