a mediocre dreamer

Today was the first time I ever had ice cream in a waffle cone. Actually, it was a waffle bowl, but waffle nonetheless. The splurge was quite tasty, indeed, but it's just not in my nature to opt for such extravagance. It seems my plain vanilla and strawberry days growing up have trained my eyes to tend toward the lower-tiered prices of any given menu. I am not ashamed of that one bit. In fact, I treasure the lessons my parents taught me, be they explicit or not, about the value of self-sacrifice and prudence.