So… My husband and I went out to get some ice cream from the store. We got back and I decided to have a small bit of it.
I stood there innocently at the counter with a spoonful of ice cream, staring at the lid of the container. Just minding my own business. And what did I see?
There are Daleks in my ice cream.
You can’t tell me you don’t see the resemblance.
This, however, has made me feel the need to reevaluate my life. If I’m seeing Daleks in my ice cream, (or worse, subconsciously choosing Dalek ice cream without realizing it until it’s too late and it’s already in my home) I must need to see a Doctor. Yes. Yes, I think I do.