It's a weird day to be single. People act like I should be sad. Really I'm happy knowing that I didn't settle for a non-ninja who couldn't punch sharks in the face and really didn't love antique architecture. Some of them are very wary of me because I'm basically the only single girl in my small town. They always look at me like I've been showing them pictures of the fashion show I put on with my fourteen cats dressed up like Victorian Dolls. (Alas, I'm afraid of cats.)
There are certain advantages to being single; the main one being double churned strawberry cheesecake Dryers ice-cream that is low(er) in fat. If I were with someone I would probably feel bad about digging through the carton trying to find the veins of pie crust and leaving the rest of the ice-cream untouched. Ok, so I probably wouldn't feel bad about it but there would be arguments and the phrase "pie hussy" would be tossed around.
It says right on your label that this flavor is only available for a limited time. I don't know how long that is but I'm planning on staying single for the duration. If you ever make a flavor just called "pie" without all the annoying fruit I'll pretty much be single forever. Happy Abba Jabba!