Oh, it’s hawwwwt out, my mishpotech, and I don’t mean like Hugh Jackman in a pair of Levi’s. Savannah in the summertime is a little like residing within a steamy bowl of soup, except there’s less carrots and no lid to escape. Lawdy, have mercy on my sweaty soul. Fortunately, there is a glorious respite from this scalding misery called frozen treats, and lookie what I just found on the interwebs.
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