Will and I drove to The Big City (otherwise known as Muskegon) after dinner to attend a free financial seminar about basic small business accounting. It was rainy and wet and neither of us really wanted to venture out, but as dull as “financial seminar” sounds, we actually really enjoyed it. Listening to the lecture while quietly taking notes at our tables felt kind of like being back at college to me, except I was holding hands with my best friend under the table, and there were no tests, grades, or piles of homework (definitely a win-win… win… situation). We also got some helpful example forms to get us started keeping records of our own small business finances and my inner nerd gets excited about neat little columns where numbers add up at the bottom. I was pretty gleeful by the end, and Will was envisioning how, if we could just persuade my inner accounting nerd to focus, maybe we could keep much neater records of our farm finances.
One of the best things about the little seminar was that after it was over we got to drive home and eat ice cream. I didn’t even really like ice cream before I married Will, but, unfortunately, Country Dairy has made me a convert. Nutty Java Moo has even brought me to the point that once I took a spoon and furtively treated myself to a delicious bite of cold, creamy goodness straight from the carton in our freezer. That may not seem too terrible, but a secret spoonful is a slippery slope to bowlfuls and then cartonfuls and then before I know it I could end up in ice-cream-aholics anonymous, so I try to keep such episodes to a minimum. Will trustingly leaves that ice cream with me when he goes to work, and with great power comes great responsibility. I had better stop before I get any more over-dramatic... writing about all this ice cream is making me hungry. Anyway, on this particular night we broke into a carton of "Mookies & Cream" that Will had brought home earlier in the day as a special treat, and we decided unanimously that it was one of our new favorites. I’m thankful for nights that end with ice cream.
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