Just now, we heard a familiar sound outside (as opposed to the recent unfamiliar sound). The tinny, high-pitched melody of 'Camptown Races' floated up to our open windows. What did we see?
...an ice cream truck of course. Fun! Maybe if we weren't still full from lunch and it were 20 degrees warmer outside, I would have bought some. But for today, I just watched it speed through the parking lot. Which was weird, because it probably should have been moving a lot slower. I guess if I ever want to buy any, I'll have to make sure I have my running shoes on to catch it.


