I went to Steve's once [eta, in DC]. It was tasty.

Once you go frozen custard, though, ice cream doesn't often live up.

We just got our electric bill, billing date through 7/19. I am sick, sick, sick at it: $171.00.

Of course, that's way cheaper than oil was this winter, and we use electricity for lights, and the stove, and appliances other than the a.c. and fans. Still. Ugh. It's just been ungodly here, though.

The original Steve's was in Davis Square. Apparently Herrell's is still good (Steve Herrell was the founder, who sold off his first name along with Steve's Ice Cream).

Is Coldstone the place that mixes the flavor on a slab of chilled marble? I've been to one of those.

Yes.

I stopped at the grocery store for advil on the way home, and they had B&J on sale, so I came out with Chocolate Therapy and Magic Brownies.

If it is any colsolation, that what my bill for a 700sqft top floor apartment sometimes looks near past month. My a/c is HIGHLY inefficient. I've gotten reimbursements, but..uhg. Not with the current management staff. I need to call the headquarters in Jersey.

I am so obsessed with Google Maps! I keep finding my way from place to place.

Ours was probably the same Steve's - I hadn't realized it was a chain. It closed when I was still in school, though. Sad.

ION, I am almost done with HBP now, and it is getting very interesting, so I'm going to go focus.

I remember when I was a kid getting blueberry cheesecake ice cream from one of the chain ice cream places and it was the bestest ice cream ever. But I have yet in my adult life to find any ice cream store, chain or not, that actually carries it.

ION, now that's cooled off outside (a relative term) and I've been a lazy bum for the better part of the week, I decided I should do some exercise. I was disappointed to discover I've been away from Tae Kwon Do so long I've forgotten my third form (out of 4). The other three and some kicking drills were more than enough for my out-of-shape self, though.

It's cooler on the floor. I'm going to lie on the floor.

Hey, peoples! Liese S. was in town with her DH, and so I dragged them off to Graeter's for ice cream, as any visitor to Cincinnati should be dragged. We talked all about their work, and the challenges it presents, and segued into talking about writing and politics and books and how good the ice cream was. A thoroughly enjoyable time. I wanted to keep them.

As always, pictures were had:

Me and Liese in Graeter's (note the neon ice-cream cone in the background).
Liese's cool new hair. It's a dramatically angled bob clipped close at the nape, with great swingy movement -- it's similar to Anne's swanky haircut, but shorter.
Yes, the DH is real, and not some actor hired to play the part.

I hope you are all properly jealous of me. Neener!