I scream, you scream, we all scream

Life for Matt, me and the HareBall has been a little hectic lately. Red-eyes to the east coast, job interviews, deadlines, wedding planning, looking for apartments, LIVING WITH MY PARENTS WHO TAUNT ME DAILY. Ahhh! Make it stop! Luckily, we've devised a plan to not kill each other or become addicted to harmful substances (so far) and that's to go for the ice cream scoop whenever we feel the urge to seriously binge drink (note the word "seriously"), chain smoke, or jump of a cliff. It's hard to be stressed out when you've got a bowl of cold creamy goodness in front of you—or maybe it's the numbness from the ice cream headache that's doing it? Either way, I think I might get this classic Zeroll ice cream scoop ($19) designed in 1935 as a memento if we ever make it to the end of October with jobs, a marriage license, and our own apartment!