Thursday, July 8, 2010


We are in the middle of a glorious heat wave right now, and as much as I want to write about my intense addiction to this season of True Blood, new bicycle options, and popsicle molds, all I want to do is stare into space while an oscillating fan blows warm air in my direction. Two nights ago I sat on an honest to goodness beach and it didn't rain. We drank San Pellegrino, got sand in between our toes, and watched overweight children eat Sun Chips while making sandcastles. One delightful pudgy fellow exclaimed, "This is going to be an EPIC SUCCESS." You got that right, kiddo.