I should preface this by saying that I've never really been a fan of root beer. Then Wednesday happened. I was walking through Target and happened to spy a 6-pack of bottled root beer. I don't know if it's the fact that I love drinking out of a bottle, or the fact that I can't ever leave Target without spending my entire life's savings, but I giddily grabbed the 6-pack and started walking down the aisle. Then the handle broke. That sure was fun! It was there, as I was standing in a sea of carbonation up to my ankles that I decided I could not leave without picking up some ice cream. Because at this point, I knew exactly what I was doing with that root beer. The 6-pack that wasn't shattered into a million pieces, that is. What is up with me and glass this week? After getting home, I realized the chocolate cravings were in full force and I could either whip up a batch of homemade hot fudge, or eat 16 handfuls of chocolate chips. Hot fudge sounded so much better. And it's so simple!