It's finally the weekend, and probably the last day of breathable air. They're kicking up this heat as unbearable and without a pool to jump into, I'm likely to sit in my parents tub and pretend I'm going to a refreshing swim. I grilled kielbasa and burgers for them last night, then Mike and I treated ourselves to Plank Road for milkshakes and Panda Paws. Karal got her first treat, too, but didn't quite know what to make of it. I mean, all the people food she's been fed by the parents is just fine with her, but an ice cream cup with a biscuit throws her out of the element.
It's amazing how out of the shell Lucy has become from her timid, leave me alone days. She's all about being in the center of commotion now.
Dad's grill started right up without incident, and only needed a few layers of grime washed off since the last time I used it.
And I was good. I stopped at Price Chopper to get ice cream for mom and dad, knowing that if I picked it up at Plank Road, it would melt before it made it to them.
Do I know my parents or do I know my parents? They got their treats in the end.
