Bottom of the Barrel

One of the saddest things to me is the sense of loss I feel when I reach the bottom of a cup of ice cream. It really shouldn't be any great surprise that the delicious frozen goodness is coming to an end: Hand (+1 plastic spoon) is pretty clearly aware of the rapid decline of the ice cream hill as I repeatedly graze the surface of my wonderful scoop, in vain attempts to perfect and smooth the shape of the chilly mound, rewarding myself for the effort by consuming each spoonful of surface-smoothing "work". And somehow, when I get to the hollow bottom of the cup, followed by much scraping and swirling of both the bottom and sides of the container (as if I'm hoping that some more ice cream, of which I probably shouldn't have been eating even the first scoop, will magically appear if I keep stirring the empty mini-caldron made of wax-coated paper), I find myself surprised that the ice cream is all gone.

This happens every time. I have problems.

.::Delicious problems::.