Mr. Softee!!

In honor of the heat (according to weather.com, it's currently 98 degrees and rising. Wow. I can't believe I just made that "joke." I'm so ashamed of myself that I'm going to leave it up there to punish myself by showing everyone just how stupid I am. Anyway...it's 98 degrees with a heat index of 100) our wonderful summer program coordinator took us to get soft serve from the Mr. Softee truck on Liberty Street. We all met downstairs and trooped over a couple blocks to get "healthy" ice cream snacks.

I got the always reliable vanilla cone with chocolate sprinkles. It was tasty.

Then I dribbled it on my shirt and pants. I am so freaking predictable sometimes I can hardly believe it. Fortunately, it mostly wiped off without too much trouble. This is a positive, as it means that the front of my pants only sort of look like I had a happy ending to my ice cream trip.