Adventures with Diep

Tuesday while we sat outside, enjoying dinner on a warm evening, we heard the sounds of the ice cream truck. I looked over at Diep and asked, “Do you know what that sound means?” She did not, but when I mentioned ice cream, she was quick to run into the house for money while I ran to the street to flag down the vendor before she drove on to the next neighborhood.
Megan, our other housemate, deciding if she too will indulge.
Then on Wednesday, Diep cooked us a scrumptious Vietnamese dinner. My job, sous chef, chop, chop, clean, clean. Ooh, such good food and what a treat not to cook!