This entry is most definitely out of order, now that hikes, ice cream, and nephews are all things of the past.
A week or two ago (the past ten days are all a blur of times zones and continents), I dragged my poor unsuspecting nephew up the Y mountain in 97 degree weather. Trooper that he is, there were no complaints. Although he did have to lie down in the shade every time we came across a bush that was at least a foot high.
Did I mention that his harebrained aunt brought along her camera but no water?
I hope that the ginormous sundae made up for Sam's troubles! Even he couldn't finish it. [This better not be used against me as incriminating evidence at the next visit to the dentist.]
A week or two ago (the past ten days are all a blur of times zones and continents), I dragged my poor unsuspecting nephew up the Y mountain in 97 degree weather. Trooper that he is, there were no complaints. Although he did have to lie down in the shade every time we came across a bush that was at least a foot high.
Did I mention that his harebrained aunt brought along her camera but no water?
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