It's all so painful, this pre-loved business. I'm finding that eating two to three of these beauties every day is helping my mood (not necessarily the size of my ass.) I've always been more of a Fudgesicle gal, so this surprises me. I am aware that I can turn anything into an addiction (like the famous pretty underthings spree in spring 2007), but as far as I know nobody has died from eating too many ice cream cones. Or gone broke; they come in an industrial-size box from Costco for $12.99. I think my higher power will be OK with this.
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