wasn’t much for a young boy to do in my hometown. It was all long
stretches of tired looking strip malls and gated communities for the
snowbirds to flock to when autumn set in up north; very South Florida
chic. It was the kind of place where an eight-screen movie theater
opening up at the mall was cause for celebration and high school
football games were the big Friday night draws.
Wholesome. Quaint. Boring.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if I were more interested in fishing or
surfing, the favorite summer pastimes of my friends, but a fear of deep
water (or rather, what lived in it) and an inability to swim kept me
firmly planted on dry land. My parents preferred it that way.
Transplants from New England, they’d seen Jaws one too many times and
were convinced that a giant shark would gobble me up the moment I stuck a
toe in the ocean.
So, while my friends were off enjoying themselves at the beach, I’d
be stuck at home, trying to ignore how miserably hot it was despite our
ancient air conditioner thrumming noisily through the vents. I read
every book and comic I owned, I went through our entire VHS collection, I
visited the convenience store down the street at least twice a day for
ice cream and a soda. It did little to ease the stifling dullness that
was my summer existence.
They hoped it’d be worth the investment, but if they really
thought about it, they knew they didn’t have any kind of doubt that it was.
It was really a very simple machine, although it was very
large. But most of its size came from its enormous, semi-transparent tank; the
attached tube and pumping mechanism were only a quarter of its size. The kit
had also come with a remote control, with an on/off switch and speed meter,
with settings from 1-7.
Days of productivity: 14/100
Redoing my notes on reproduction in plants! Have with me my big-ass pencil case/cosmetic pouch and a glass of ice cream soda to quench my thirst!!! Gonna make this day count 💪
Rin also having really low tolerance for spicy things
He’s probably a little better at managing the heat than Sousuke is so up until now he’s been able to make fun of Sousuke and act like he’s so freakin cool but Makoto completely overshadows them both. at least Rin’s not eagerly rushing to an early death via insisting I can totally eat some of whatever you’re having give me a bite Makoto (cough sou why u gotta do this to yourself)
Makoto truly does not understand how someone could be so weak to spicy food and sometimes he just straight up forgets that he gotta take the heat down a few notches because Ren and Ran are capable of eating what their brother makes them
So they’re having dinner together again (literally no one learns from past mistakes obviously) and Rin and Sousuke are silently perishing but neither wants to be the one that cracks first and Ren and Ran are laughing at the funny faces they’re making while they easily consume their brother’s hellish cooking and Makoto gets out some milk and tells himself he should probably start learning how to make dishes that don’t require spiciness at all if he wants to keep those two around
But it’s fine because at the end of the night they can all enjoy ice cream together and Sousuke will ask to be fed and Rin will shove a spoon in his mouth and say “eat this motherfucker heh ok makoto feed me instead” and then ren and ran will take turns feeding the boys and it’s just rly cute all around
Root Beer Float anyone? It’s national Ice Cream Soda Day! Two parts soda, one part vanilla ‘scream and you have a float made in heaven.
Ice Cream Sodas were invented in 1874, possbily by accident! Robert Green substituted scoops of ice cream to keep soda cold after he ran out of ice – it was, of course, an instant hit. In 2012 we updated the classic by taking an all ice cream approach to it with our flavor # 68, Scratch Root Beer Float – again, an instant hit!