Jason wanted a milkshake today.
So we went to a local ice cream shop and he ordered a mint chocolate shake with extra chocolate chips.
It was approximately the size of my rear end which is, sadly, considerable.
I don't know how he's not puking, I really don't. Not that it wasn't tasty...I'm sure it was. But good Lord. That's a lot of sugar.
It was his birthday, though. I guess turning thirty-three deserves a milkshake.
And, you know, Type 2 diabetes.