get outta here
I think there ought to be a law: if you live in a climate that is not usually hot and sunny, any day that it is hot and sunny should be spent outside and you should get the day off work. Paid, of course. Working during lovely summer days is really bad for you. I don't have any actual data to back this theory up, but trust me; I know stuff. Someone should supply you with free ice cream for the day as well. Which leads me to my next point - does anyone actually eat the strawberry portion of Neapolitan ice cream? Or does it get left in the freezer in one neat strip in every household?
We're planning on having a barbeque on Saturday as Paul's parents are coming up for a visit this weekend. Again, apologies in advance if the weather turns to crap - it's likely to be our fault. In my continuing quest to steer away from the traditional English "burned on the outside, raw on the inside sausages and burgers" barbeque, I am going to attempt to make ribs. I've found a good lookin' recipe here, but any tips or hints would be most welcome.
Here's to slushy, fruity drinks weather out in the garden. Yay!
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