When you marry in June, you will always be a bride. Which is why I married in August.

Oh my.
It's June already.
I'm sitting down here lulling the days away
at my in-laws and it just occurred to me that
it is June today.
June.
Sixth month.
Baby J will turn six months old at the other end of this month.
Half of this year is over with.
Where has it gone?

It also occurred to me that I have missed many photo
opportunities this weekend. We have been out at the
lake twice and my children have had a grand old time
....but have I taken any pictures? No.
I went for a ride on the lake with Lloyd Dobbler yesterday
on a jet ski or ski-do or whatever you call those things
.....I'd never done that before.
That was fun.
Wouldn't you like to see a picture of Lloyd and I
smiling and waving happily from the jet ski?
Well, I just told you
I haven't taken any pictures.
Much as I know you'd like to get a glimpse of me
in my itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini...
..and if you think that's what I was wearing, you are at
the wrong blog, my friend. If you think the oil spill
is a tragedy, how much more of a tragedy would it be
if I showed up dressed like that.
It wouldn't happen anyway.
I'm not the bikini type.
By a mile.

I know I was supposed to tell you guys
that the stink was gone, but it isn't yet.
We are still under threat of stink removal, but it
hasn't happened yet. Oh...I am so ready for it to be gone.
Go away, Stupid Stink.
Go away!

I hope you are all having a lovely time.
Are you kicking into summer gear? We still have
about a week of school to do when we get home. I have
copied a bunch of new recipes to try when we get home
and get rid of The Stink. I am ready to transition to a
different season of life. I am ready to start planning our
next school year and doing some of the many things we
have planned for the future. I look forward to sharing stuff
with you lovely Dear Readers. I've been reading blogs this
morning, catching up on them, and enjoying hearing what
is going on with everyone.

So....enjoy these ordinary days, folks.
And you'll see more of me
when I am back at the homestead.
I know your soul is thrilled by that thought.
Stay tuned.