Corn, chalk, ice cream and bubbles



I think I ate like 16 of these.



My weekend was fantastic. On Saturday, I attended my small but meaningful college reunion up in Manchvegas, NH, and had a fantastic time with people I do not get to see often enough. We laughed, we ate, we reminisced. Then we laughed and ate and reminisced some more! It was good times. Good times.

Then on Sunday, more old friends and my parents came over for a BBQ involving burgers, hot dogs, chicken and corn as far as the eye can see. I love corn. I have a serious thing for corn. I'm sure it's not normal. Oh, and ice cream. Josh is a professional scooper at this point. Three flavors, jimmies (sprinkles for some), and chocolate dipped cones. (I didn't say it was healthy. I said it was ice cream.)





The whirling dervish of bubbles.

 It was ridiculously hot on both days, but Sunday was just crazy hot. Like you sit down and stick to everything you touch hot. Like you're not doing any sort of exercise and yet beads of sweat are falling off your forehead into your plate hot. That's hot. I picked up some AWESOME chalk for our friend's little girls to play with out on the driveway, along with some bubbles.  The chalk looked like all different kinds of junk food -- doughnuts, popsicles, cotton candy, you name it. I'm kicking myself for not taking photos of them. And the bubbles were an even bigger hit because they were one of the few sources of heat relief when you were outside. A bubble would explode across someone's arm and you'd hear, "Ahhhh!"


Remember the days when you were so little you didn't care about the heat, you just had to get outside and be a kid? I love that kids still find fun with little bottles of soap, some chalk and a big grassy lawn. Now that's summer.