Tag Archive | ice cream
There’s a pretty good chance I’ve written enough times about the vital importance of keeping a young, largish family like ours affixed to the regular weekly schedule that you’d rather hear me pitch life insurance or bend your ear about a sweet deal on a time share in Boca Raton. But here’s the thing I […]
Well, we all knew it had to happen eventually. We’d gotten to the middle of July and yet for the most part, this summer had been remarkable well-mannered. Sure, it’s been warm, but not, like, unpleasantly, irrationally, unwholesomely, comes-into-your-home-and-eats-your-last-Thin-Mint-without-asking-you rudely, objectionably hot. [For the record, I’m not allowed to use adverbs in my novels anymore, […]
Before you get your suspenders all twisted up in an uncomfortable, constricting knot (and that goes for both the over-the-shoulder variety as well as the around-the-calves-to-hold-up-my-Mad-Men-esque-black-socks), there will be no history lessons associated with this post. Which is not to say it won’t become some kind of lesson for the children of tomorrow, a cautionary […]
Weekend. So. Damned. Hot. Cool, clear swimming pool beckons And then, ice cream follows.
I guess it’s pretty much common knowledge that the better part of the continental U. S. of A. is experiencing heat of epic proportions, right? I mean, like, apocalyptic, Hell-hath-manifested-on-Earth, hard-as-rock-buffet-style-egg scramblin’ on the sidewalk, too-hot-even-stand-outside hot? Hyperbole? Who, me? Naaaaaaah. Ok, so maybe it’s not that bad, but it’s still pretty damned warm out […]