How good?

It’s like a koala bear crapped a rainbow in my brain. That’s how good.

I am, of course, talking about the orange creamsicle, that delicious little secret cooked up on the seventh day. Why rest when you could instead get busy creating what can only be described as edible sex. On a stick. It just doesn’t get any better. And if you think it does, I’ll call you a liar, or at least I would were my head not filled with this symphony of pure joy.

I used to think Noah’s Bagels would land the killing blow to my bank account, but it appears that a stockpile of sweet citrus coupled with tasty vanilla is going to claim that honor. Money I can make, but legal ecstasy is my beyond me. If you have not indulged in one of these scrumptious morsels, I suggest you remedy your life immediately with a trip to CostCo. Yes, CostCo; supermarket quantities will only leave your tastebuds curled in the corner, sweating, shivering, and muttering something about their next fix of ‘orange sunshine.’

And don’t forget to wash it down with something appropriate!