is that odd? i think it is. but i swear, that's what the truck in my neighborhood played as it drove around during the summer. family peeps, am i totally misremembering that?
one thing i'm sure that i'm not misremembering, though, is my ice cream of choice from the ice cream truck. earlier today, BoyCat and i were at the beach (which was way crowded! on the fourth of july! who knew?), and the men with the ice cream carts were riding up and down, up and down, ringing the little cart bells. some people on each side of us got ice cream bars and ice cream sandwiches, and we were kicking ourselves for not having brought along a few bucks for just such a frozen dairy emergency. i said i would've liked a strawberry shortcake bar. BoyCat said he would've liked a snoopy bar. i said i would've liked a...what was that thing called again? you know, the ice cream that came in a plastic cone and had a gumball at the bottom?
BoyCat looked at me like i was speaking hebrew. he said that he had, in no uncertain terms, ever heard or seen any ice cream concoction like the one i was describing. and i could not remember the name of this thing, which of course infuriated me, because a) i get infuritated when i can not recount trivial details of absolutely no import, and b) because it made my claim that this ice cream treat existed even more dubious.
fear not, though, because this story ends happily. after a little while, i finally remembered what it was called.
a screwball! that's it. delicious. now where is that ice cream truck that plays the theme from the sting when you need it?