On this National Ice Cream Day (the third Sunday in July), I present to you two portraits: one of me with chocolate ice cream in my face, and one with it on my face. This was the ridiculously large and unwieldy waffle cone I got at PNC Park after the rain delay Saturday night. It's got to be 5 scoops of ice cream: 2 in the cone and 3 placed precariously around the edges. Dear Husband got cookies N cream in a cake cone, which the server had the good sense to stack upright, given how quickly we had to lick them to keep ahead of the melting in 90+-degree heat.
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