I have a bit of an ice cream headache, but I am working through it in a gutty effort to post a blog entry for my loyal readers.

As if running a 5k this morning wasn't enough, I followed that with some waffles, a nap, then a trip up to Cleveland Heights Cold Stone Ice Cream. 

We had a drawing for an ice cream party at Cold Stone this year with the Cavs and in yet another heroic example of my dedication to team and community I volunteered to go eat ice cream with the winner.  I just care that much. 

I cared enough to sample severval of the winner's ice cream waffles cones, mostly as quality control.  The quality was outstanding.

Here are some photos from my visit to Cold Stone. 

I also want to go on record that I am available for next year's celebration.  And I would like whip cream, nuts, and one of those unnaturally red cherries on top of next year's heroic visit.

--Dog

PS:  I also found out that Cold Stone and Stone Cold have nothing to do with each other.