6:45 am. Ash came. She insisted on going to Smiths instead of Dicks, or in other words, ice cream cone instead of donut. I hate heading south. The roads are so much busier; all you can hear is the swishing of speeding cars, instead of birds and breeze. But when my girl wants ice cream, she will have ice cream. We got to Smiths, and on account of "No shoes, no shirt, no service" I waited outside by the salt. It took forever for her to emerge with our cones; very sloppy, melty concoctions. I dumped most of mine; I wanted ice cream, not a McDonalds shake. Then we ran home the long way to check on the campaign signs. Our installation methods have improved, either that, or the wind hasn't been as strong lately. |