I need to make notes during the week. This “I’ll remember come Sunday” stuff isn’t working out. Only thing I really remember was taking the boys for their first ice cream truck experience. Of course they pick snow cones… who likes snow cones, when you can have ice cream for crying out loud. Terri and I ate them, primarily because they were $2.50 each which is high way robbery. They boys tried for a minute to eat them, but new sand in the sandbox was almost immediately more enticing.
