Blogging NYC: The Land of the Icee

I'm alive! I really am--just hot and worn out from all the awesome things we're doing and busybusybusy. (Starts singing Sandra Boynton's busy song.)
Never fear, though. I shall blog about every tiny last thing we've been doing--with pictures!--even if it's only when I get home. These exciting blogs will feature, among other things (tantalizing hint time!) Harry Potter, Broadway, Aaron Burr the idiot (figure that one out, Students of Liberty), swimming pools, henna, Anne of Green Gables, picnics, statues, and animals. Some of the animals are named Terry and Klyde.
For now, in my limited time, I shall write about The Thing That Has Kept Us Going in This Mind-Boggling Heat: Icees.

Yes, my friends, Icees. It's hotter than Hades here, but there's a handy-dandy Icee cart at every corner of our Subway stop, as well as traveling up and down most major streets. Just one dollar and you have yourself a cupful of delicious, cool, wet, life-preserving slush. You would not believe the amount of money we've forked over for these in the last two weeks. It's hot here, people!
And more exciting news! An actual Icee just opened right around the corner from our house. Awesome, right? Now we can fetch our daily doses without even breaking a sweat! (I swear they're spiking the ice with something, because the things are addicting.)
And now that you've had your little glimpse into New York life, I really must fly!
Love to you all,