I'm sitting here at the computer, reading other people's blogs, thinking that I have nothing to write about, watching the rain pour down, when I hear the ice cream truck drive up my street. Really? It's literally pouring outside.
And yet, there are teenage boys swimming in the pool across the street.
But they didn't buy any ice cream.
If Chris were home, he might accuse me of blaspheme for even suggesting that there is an inappropriate time for ice cream.
By the way, I did not receive a rose at the faculty meeting. I'm in limbo right now. Lots of fun.