Thursdays bring great joy to Hubby and Teen Angel in the summer. Much joy. Enormous joy. Enough joy to fill up Yankee Stadium. Hop, skip and hum Yankee Doodle Dandy joy. Why, you ask? Well, brothers and sisters, Thursday is the day the ice cream man comes through our neighborhood. Wait. Let me correct that. Thursday is the day the ice cream man makes his quota for the week by stopping at our house.
Let me just say that when the ice cream man purposefully stops in your driveway, knows you by name and tells you he missed you last week when you were out of town it could be indicator of an ice cream addiction. OH, and when you keep a stash of dollar bills in the cup holder on the golf cart in case by some odd chance you miss the ice cream man and need to chase him down, you might be an ice cream addict. But if all it takes to bring that much pleasure to my peeps, then he can park that little truck at the end of my driveway any day. Just as long as he has a few strawberry Scooter Crunch Bars in there.
Grey winters day - I was feeling inspired by the snowstorm we had yesterday so I thought I'd go for a drive and take a few pictures. All images were taken in Seabrook, NH o...
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