i'M bA-aCk!

Ahh, i'm sure you all missed me in the world of blogging, but no worries, i'm home now, with plenty of things to share. Let's start with my story of.......THE ICE CREAM MAN!!! (*horrified gasps from audience*)

It all started one Saturday EVENING, when i was jumping on the tramp in my friends backyard, when one of us stops--Faintly in the background we hear, music, but what kind? ICE CREAM TRUCK MUSIC!! So we hop the fence out of the yard, run as fast as we can to the top of the hill, and before you know it a trail of little kids are right behind us, along with some neighbors, friends, and..dogs? okay, back to the story. With me in the lead, i'm racing down the hill when me and my friend, let's call her Joe, for identity, spot some teenagers on the sidewalk, with...popsicles. "You looking for the ice cream man?" they ask. Out of breath, we respond-"YES" and run ahead. "good luck!" we hear them call, as we run. It's getting closer, closer! we stop- it's gone, the good old ice cream music gone. We lost him. It's over.

When did the ice cream men and women of america become extinct? It's once in a blue moon we hear the music, drifting around the neighborhood, taunting, singing "ice cream, come get your iccceeeeee cream!!!! fresh, here,, mmmm..." oKAY, maybe i exaggerated. BUT the point is, 20 years ago, the ice cream man came once a week! at least! And now? feel lucky to hear him once, a year, in the summer. Don't bother to chase him, it's over. The fantasy of providing icy cold summery treats on the go in a truck form, is over.

I know you were delighted to hear that story, and more will come, since my streak of bad blogging is OVER.

XOXO,

*Lexi*