At least we steered clear of "burrow"

Krista and Micah are discussing their plans to drive down to New Mexico this weekend.

Aubrey: You'll pass the giant borough. You should stop to see it.
John: Oh yeah, prune the borough!
Aubrey: Yeah, prune!
Krista: ....what? Prune the borough?
Aubrey: Prune the borough! He's huge!
John: Yeah, you have to stop to see him.
Me: What?
Aubrey: It's a giant stature. Of a borough.
Me: What word are you saying? Borough?
Aubrey: Y'know, b-u-r-r-o.
Me: You mean a DONKEY? Whose name is Prune?
Aubrey: Whatever! [puts on dramatic Spanish accent] burro. "Donkey." Geeze.
Me: No one would just use the term "burro" out of nowhere! I was thinking "borough," like in New York.
Aubrey: Only New York people would think that.
Me: No one says "burro"!

And then she called us all honkeys.

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Scene: ice cream shop

Me: Hi, the bathroom door is locked, is there someone in there or do I need a key?
Very chipper ice cream girl: Oh yeah, it's only that one!
Me: ...so there's someone in there?
VCICG: Yeah, sorry!
Me: Oh, it's fine, I just wasn't sure if it was occupied or I needed a key to get in.
VCICG: I wish there were two! People always need the bathroom at the same time!
Me: Okay then.

The weather is just delicious lately. It's right at that moment before it gets too hot, but where it's nice and sunny and perfect for walking around with giant waffle cones dipped in chocolate and filled with ice cream. Speaking of ice cream, I made the best milkshake ever this weekend. Somehow I need to find a good balance between eating ice cream for every meal and not gaining so much weight that I'm completely immobile by August. I'm not sure it can be done, but I think the ice cream is winning.