Everybody Loves Peaches

Actually I hate peaches. With a passion. Now nectarines are tasty, I'll eat those. But peaches... I don't know what it is about them, the texture, how your teeth can scrape up against the pit... urgh, I'm getting disgusted just thinking about it. However, I digress, what I actually wanted to bring up was I tried some homemade peach ice cream made by the Greatest Mommy in the Whole Wide World.

It was amazing.

Truly amazing.

I would like to thank my Dad for suggesting she make it. Not so much suggesting, but demanding I suppose. I don't see him as a peach icecreamophile, perhaps something with carmel in it. He seems to be more of a carmel person.

Enough with the icecream. Onto what I've done with my past few days. I got to play with S. epidermidis, very fascinating. Hopefully in the future I won't need to encounter the Ebola Virus or that virus on the X-Files that makes human/alien hybrid babies (I think that was a virus).

I don't really have much more to say at the moment. I've pretty much been doing homework, cleaning... oh I reorganized my desk. Got a nifty tray that organizes my beloved post-it notes and other sacred office supplies. I'm thinking of booby trapping it so that all those low lifes who steal my pens will finally pay for it... more info on the carnage to follow.