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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
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Ice cream again? It's getting to be a habit.
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It's been a while since we went to get ice cream. So we went last night. Derek had come over to visit and we'd been playing Phase 10 for a while when all of a sudden, somebody had a craving for ice cream. I think it was Mom. That made me want a raspberry water ice. Oh yeah. Those are so good.
So we waited for five or six more rounds of the game before somebody won. It wasn't me. I forget who it was. (My mind was a little distracted.) As we left the house, we taught Derek how to play Touched-Ya-Last. ('Member that, Jess?) This is a game my family has been playing for as long as I can remember. It's a lot like tag, except that the only place you can be that's "safe" is either in bed or in the car.
So after Dad tagging Derek and hopping in the car, we all headed over to the custard stand. Unfortunately, they didn't have raspberry ice. Only cherry and watermelon. So I got a raspberry burst instead. Those are really tasty. Gooey syrup stuff that runs all over the place while you try to lick the cone.
As it was raining a little, we opted for sitting under the umbrella on the tables there. There wasn't much space to sit as the table was all wet outside the circle that the umbrella protected. Dad kept tapping the umbrella to make all the water spill over the sides and get anybody wet that was too close to the edge. James kept spinning the umbrella so that the hole in it was not over top of himself. Mom decided she would get less wet if she just stayed in the car. I kept pulling my toes back from the rain because all I had on was sandals to keep my feet dry and Derek just sat there laughing at the rest of us while calmly eating his watermelon water ice.
After finishing the delicious treat of frozen dessert in the rain, Mom and Dad pulled the car over to the table where we were sitting. James got up, spun the umbrella one last time and got in the car. I got up and Derek got up. As we both walked over to the car, he opened the door on my side (yeah, you think he's just being nice) and reached over to tap my shoulder. "Touched ya last!" he said, as he sat in my seat and shut the door.
Oh, brother! Whose idea was it to teach him this game? |
posted by cori
8/09/2005 12:22:00 PM
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| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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