At four o'clock this afternoon I was living in the lala-land of our third 80+ degree afternoon in a row, and was dying for a margarita. I figured if I was going to have a margarita then the least I could do was spoil the kids, too, and take them on a trip to our local convenience store for ice cream treats. I didn't care that it was 4:00 and the ice cream would probably spoil their dinners. I didn't care that the sugar rush would make them crazy at that hour of the day so close to our "witching hour" (I justified my decision by figuring they would burn off their energy during our trek). I didn't even care when they all selected the king size strawberry shortcake on a stick. This is why we live in Texas, right?