Sunday I decided to give up ice cream. Not forever, just for a few weeks or so while I try to kick what has become a rather troublesome sugar addiction. It turns out Sunday was not a good day to give up ice cream because that was National Ice Cream Day. How that very important holiday was omitted from my Outlook calendar when I imported all the US holidays, I'll never know, so I will have to be more watchful next year. I am proud, albeit unsatisfied, to tell you I stuck to my guns and didn't celebrate National Ice Cream Day this year. There's always 2012! You might be laughing right now, but ice cream is a very serious matter to me. When asked what my favorite ice cream is, I will inevitably ask you "from where?" and then launch into a tirade about how the manufacturer is key in determining what flavor to eat and continue with a discussion about proper chocolate-to-ice-cream ratio that would make Sally Allbright from When Harry Met Sally proud. I consider ...