Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I love summer. I may have mentioned that before.
She did not want me to take her picture. She would not smile. So we did that "Don't you dare smile!" trick and it worked for only a millisecond...and my point and shoot caught it! Hot dang.
What's better than an afternoon at the pool with all your besties, 4 cheese pizzas, sparkler candles, and fudge pops?
I'll tell you what: A legendary thunderstorm. It's rolling our way. I feel hopped up and atwitter. It's the anticipation. And the round-the-clock meteorologists who are so gravely serious about their jobs that they take exasperated, martyred, exhilarated sips of water in between radar screens then lose their voices altogether about 3 hours in.
I mean, maybe 6 year olds don't feel exactly the way I do about major storms, but I'm pretty pumped about it. My birthday is sorta soonish, so I'm going to go ahead and take this as partly mine.
This just in: "Tennis Ball sized hail."
Come to Shannan.
True story: I never learned to swim. I can't even say why, other than I was kinda wimpy and no one ever taught me. I do have a vivid memory of jumping off the high dive, which is a total head-scratcher. I'm not sure how it happened, really.
I want to kiss your bumpy faces.
I tried to make JFlo's Magical Tomatoes and the next thing I knew, there was pasta. Then I remembered a zucchini and thin-scliced it up. Then there was a can of quartered artichoke hearts. Then things were officially out of hand.
Want to join me tomorrow for left-overs?
I feel like the heart and crosses really tone down the whole "skull in a bottle" message.
You're not my favorite neighbor. You're just loud. And messy.
No hard feelings. The crumbly houses just grew on me, that's all.
Thank you for loving me in the city.
What did you do today?
PS - It's not too late to enter the Noonday giveaway!
PSS - Thanks for all the gingham/fedora support. You're total radness.