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Happy National Ice Cream Day

In just three days, we leave for Paris and London. Yippee! In the meantime,
have some ice cream in honor of this special day.

Comments

dive said…
You have a National Ice Cream Day?
er …
Let me get this straight: You have a National ICE CREAM Day????
Have one on me - on second thought I'll have one ON me.

Robyn - will you be using dive as your tour guide in London like Ame did?
Gina said…
I am wilting from jealousy.
Have a wonderful, memory-making trip, Robyn! I wish La Samaritaine were still open in Paris. A friend absolutely raves about it. But it's been closed for some sort of retrofitting.

We're off to Brazil in a week to visit Jordan & Angela and also connect with some more of the Brazilian clan.
Sassy Sundry said…
Yum. I've never heard of it. Great day.

I'm insanely jealous of you and your trip.
Scout said…
You all should not be jealous. You all should make the trip. Everyone should visit London at least once.

Rich, hopefully well meet Dive, but we won't be asking for his tour guide services. We have been to London twice before and kind of feel like we can figure out the map. And we kind of like the idea of wandering.
Have dive play some Jimi Hendrix for ya'll on his Guitar
Maria said…
I'll take plain vanilla please. It is best eaten slowly and then tipping up the bowl to drink what's left in the bowl.....
Anonymous said…
Have a great trip Robyn xoxoxox
dive said…
You REALLY have a National Ice Cream Day?

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