Frosty Bev

When we moved to Rochester everyone emphasized how rough the winters were, but no one mentioned the summers. It has been sizzlin' hot here for months. I'm super cheap so I don't turn the AC on all that much and consequently, Brad is always jonesing for nice cold fizzy drink at the end of the day. He's taken to calling said drink a "frosty bev". I guess Annie has noticed. Today on our way to the market she got this pathetic little voice on and said, "Mommy, can I have a frosty bev with Daddy tonight?" Love it!