Last week, I found a recipe for Irish soda bread. I was intrigued, so I baked a loaf on Saturday. Having never actually tasted Irish soda bread prior to my own baking, I cannot vouch for the authenticity or accuracy of the finished product…which sort of looks like a hamburger:

Still, it was quite tasty!

Later, Jessica invited me as her date to an ice cream social at Small’s apartment. Two kinds of homemade ice cream were served (blackberry walnut and cake batter):

Small bowls? I don’t think so.

Later, we played Cranium. I am pleased to report that Jessica and I won.This is an approximate recreation of how she got me to guess “milking a cow”:

Fueled by ice cream and an ass-ton of fruit, we ran six miles together this morning:

• 9:28
• 9:15
• 9:01
• 9:05
• 8:56
• 9:00

About halfway through the run, Jessica picked up a folded dollar bill lying on the ground. I immediately screamed, “Does it have poop in it?” to which Jessica replied, “No…yes.”

Thus, my friends, Jessica nearly fell victim to the game of poopdollar, in which a dollar is smeared with poo and left on the sidewalk for innocent passersby to encounter. Roommate Tina explained this game to me in college after hearing about it from her boyfriend. Beware of dollars on the sidewalk!