I was desperate for a sinfully delicious Dairy Queen treat this evening, but Miles sided with my waistline and refused. Traitor. One day this weekend, I will have a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard! I haven't had one since June 2, 2003 (ah, what a golden moment in my life) and I'm due for another! Tomorrow is cleaning day, and I hope to send Miles to his car in excavation attire, a garbage bag at the ready. Maybe 2 garbage bags [I'll send the box of garbage bags out with him.] Anyway, it should prove to be a physical day—a perfect day for a DQ treat!