Last weekend brought with it some of the best early June weather I can remember. Temperatures soared, the sun was shining, and Vancouverites soaked it all up with greedy enthusiasm. My husband and I sunned ourselves on the beach and bought ice cream cones and ran around the city shoeless like giddy children. Everything just screamed, “Let’s pretend it’s already officially summer!”
Oh, yeah, and our fridge died.
Which was perfect timing, because we all know cold food and drink are hideously overrated during a heat wave, right?
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