Summer is winding down.  We actually have our end of summer neighborhood ice cream social tomorrow night. In my dream of being a perfect mother, I would be making these.  Reality?… I will race home from the office 30 minutes late schlepping a melted carton of ice cream and whatever toppings are in our pantry.  The good news is that I am starting to realize that it doesn’t matter.  I need to CTFD.