Wrangler Dani

I might have mentioned this before, but I was a little lonely when I first came to Orange County. I mean, wow, I have no (nearby) friends and no money and I come home from work for the express purpose of watching game shows and eating Ruffles. So just a little.

And I spent a lot of time with myself, just wandering around hiking trails and Disneyland ( I had a season pass) and the beach, wishing I had someone to share it with, but being too scared to actually reach out and make a friend already.

During this in-between time of wandering around, I discovered something that made me positively jump for joy. Balboa Bars. Ryan and one or two of his incredibly hot girlfriends ate them on an imaginary stretch of beach and never gained a pound, and while I’m not fortunate enough for all that, it’s totally worth it. Thick ice cream on a stick, dipped in chocolate and covered in your choice of sugary sprinkle. While most grown-ups get toffee or something else more refined, I can’t resist rainbow sprinkles and even though I hem and haw, that’s what I fall for every time.

Last night, Mom, Dad, Adam and I went to Balboa Island to walk around and eat said confection, and it was wonderful, all walking around the harbor on a beautiful night and holding hands with our honeys and did I mention, eating the biggest ice cream bar ever on a stick with SPRINKLES?!

‘Cause it was pretty much the best thing ever.