I think Micah could tell that yesterday was a particularly long, brain-mushing day for me. So after dinner, he offered to go get me some ice cream (!) to make me feel better. And guess what, IT DID.
I still can't get over the fact that I got ice cream without even moving from the couch / floor. And on top of that, he got me three kinds. Dude totally knows me: Two (or more) flavors always taste better than one, and any flavor with the word "extreme" in it (see: above middle) is bound to be a guaranteed Liz-pleaser.