Ice Cream and AIG

Why, yes, we DID have a lovely holiday--thank you for asking! I gotta tell ya, this here is a beautiful country that we live in. It's almost as if God created it Himself. Oh, wait.

Anyway, it's nice to be home again. Last night and today, I've been reading the news and catching up a bit on what I've missed. I'm wondering if you find yourself anxious or angst-ridden about the state of things? Corporate executives receiving multi-million dollar bonuses for helping cave the economy? Businesses closing? Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson possibly on the rocks? If so, have you considered the therapeutic benefits of ice cream?


'Cause until things are really in the hole, someone somewhere will be making ice cream bars, right? And I think you oughta have one.


Or two. Hey, I ain't gonna judge you. Desperate times and all that.


However, if you find that copious amounts of ice cream aren't helping, there is one other option. But I would really only recommend it in extreme circumstances.

You could try being a near-naked cowboy.


I won't tell you which of these options I've personally tried, but I will say that I find myself remarkably angst-free these days. Perhaps, instead of millions of dollars they probably don't deserve, these aforementioned executives should receive bonuses of banana ice cream bars and faux leather chaps. Isn't that a plan we could all get behind? (Pun not intended. Ok, it was--a little bit.)