So I broke an ice cream scoop the other day, and I’m not sure if I should feel proud, pissed, or ashamed that I couldn’t wait an extra five minutes for the ice cream to melt a little before diving in.
Pride is bad
I was really proud of myself for not driving my car for four straight days.
I wasn’t quite as proud when I finally got into my car again and realized that I’d left my sunroof open for those four days.
Oops.