March 9

Somehow, I ended up with 10 Weight Watcher points still in my coffers at the end of the day. For those unfamiliar with WW jargon, let's just confirm that's A LOT of points. And you are required to eat them, you don't have a choice.

I'm grateful for my point windfall because I spent them on an entire cup of french vanilla ice cream (the good, fat-filled kind) with a whole two tablespoons of chocolate syrup drizzled over the top.

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.