Yes, it's true.
I have a little problem.
And it's called shaved ice from the sunshine yellow snack cart next to Smith's.
That cart appears magically in the summertime,
but in today's boiling heat I was sure glad that it's here!
Tonight, J and I went out for an early evening treat.
The lady behind window handed us each a
small mountain of icy goodness
that we ate in the back of my car with the trunk popped open
and legs dangling over the egde.
There is a list of about a zillion flavors,
which gives me an excuse to go back tomorrow, right?
Maybe someday I'll be brave enough to try Tigers Blood or Silver Fox.
Happy Shaved Ice! Oh Happy Life!