Dear reader, In 8th grade, I had a loud red t-shirt with bolded text that read “Life is short, eat dessert first.” A graphic man held up a black-and-white ice cream cone. Was he singing into the cone, or about to take a bite? Either way, he looked out of his mind with glee. The shirt repped Amy’s Ice Cream, an Austin-based ice cream shop popular for the almost violent way they’d knead and paddle the toppings into the scoops for you. My bad did I say “toppings?” Ha, I mean “crush-ins.”
Life is short
Life is short
Dear reader, In 8th grade, I had a loud red t-shirt with bolded text that read “Life is short, eat dessert first.” A graphic man held up a black-and-white ice cream cone. Was he singing into the cone, or about to take a bite? Either way, he looked out of his mind with glee. The shirt repped Amy’s Ice Cream, an Austin-based ice cream shop popular for the almost violent way they’d knead and paddle the toppings into the scoops for you. My bad did I say “toppings?” Ha, I mean “crush-ins.”