It is making me hungry and, that’s not a good thing.
On a completely unrelated topic, we had a lovely Fourth of July holiday yesterday. When the friends we were planning to host at a BBQ had a sudden change of plans, Hugh and I decided to pack up the children and head to a neighboring town for a soak in the outdoor hot springs. It was a great decision, even if we did have to give the Man-Cub the equivalent of a redneck arm cast; i.e.: a plastic bag wrapped with duct tape. Hey, it worked.
He even managed to get his head wet. And, to swim.
Anyway, we soaked and swam for a couple of hours before enjoying a picnic in the adjoining community park which, by the way, is one of my favorite picnic spots in the world because it is surrounded by mountains on all sides and, in addition to relaxing on the grass and enjoying the view, you can watch rock-climbers make their way up and down the face of the surrounding cliffs.
After our picnic, we walked downtown for ice cream cones at our favorite old fashioned ice cream parlor and candy store. The cones there are made fresh and I cannot resist a good waffle cone full of blueberry cheesecake ice cream, I just can’t. Of course, since the cone is huge, it’s a good thing The Girl also likes homemade blueberry cheesecake ice cream.
Once we had accomplished diet hari-kari, it was back to the hot springs for more soaking and then back home to get ready for Fireworks Extravaganza 2007. Oscar and Emily joined us for the display and, despite a sudden storm that included high winds and lightning bolts the likes of which I have not seen all summer; Hugh was able to put on quite a show.
Oscar, Emily and I sat on the front porch and shared a nice bottle of white Merlot while the kids enjoyed the show from blankets spread on the lawn. The show was briefly interrupted when the automatic sprinklers came on but I proved quite speedy in getting to the controls to turn them off and, really, the night was so warm the kids didn’t really mind the minor soaking.
After all, they are kids and therefore, won’t melt. On the other hand, sugar does melt which is why I took great care not to get wet, myself.
‘Cause I’m sugar, get it?
Yeah, yeah, lame I know.
Speaking of lame; the baseball tournament that Hugh worked so hard to put together for the boys this weekend won’t be happening after all. The other teams claim that the parents of their players are just too burnt out following the regular season to get it together for another weekend but, we all know the truth; they were afraid. Undefeated, yo.
Also, what a bunch of chickens.
Which reminds me; I'm hungry.
Where in the holy hell is that cotton candy smell coming from?