Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Ice cream sandwiches in Harvard Yard
I wore my Nike capris and my Gettysburg baseball cap. Drew was not impressed. I tried to explain how hot it was, that I didn't want to wear something I could mess up. She looked cool and fabulous, but I never saw her eat an ice cream sandwich. Even if she is rich as the queen so dry cleaning bills don't matter, she probably doesn't want to have to try to get chocolate cookie out of that nice summer-weight wool. I'm so jealous!