summer lovin', had me a blast!

Of all the summers in recent years, this one has been the busiest, funnest (is that a word?), and most memorable.  We've taken advantage of our proximity to the Atlantic Ocean.  And embraced our inner surfers.  Well, technically, it was body boarding.  Close enough.  Potato, tator tot.  Whatev.  I learned something, though.  Don't go to the ocean the same week as shark week on the Discovery Channel, though.  It'll just keep you always glancing around nervously and running out of the water at the slightest possibility of skin breaking.  Sharks can smell one drop of blood for quite a ways.  Does the distance really matter when a crab or some mean little sea creature bites your toe and draws blood?  Uh, nope.  Speaking from experience.  Either way, it's probably wise to park your rump in the rented beach chair, until it looks like the bleeding has stopped mostly.  Says the scaredy chicken.  

And with summer rapidly winding down and the color of the leaves muting, I am thankful for the chance to get back to business.  I'm excited to live life on a schedule again.  To have a clean(er) house.  To shampoo these carpets that scream "nastyville!" Seriously.  If you ever want to know what kind of carpet not to get, come visit me.  Within in the next ten months.  Ten months!  YAY!  Ten months until I have my house back.  Oh, I miss my house.  I love my house.  I shall never utter one bad word about my beloved house in Michigan, ever in my life.  I miss it.  I miss my appliances, I miss my kitchen.  I miss the location of my bedroom.  I miss my en suite.  Oh, do I miss my en suite.  Have you seen it?  Oh, you should see it.  In eleven months.

With a summer full of memories, we are ready for a change in scenery and pace.  One with books and routine, in place of lazy days and sunshine.  It's so close I can taste it.  And it's delicious.

Summer lovin, I wish it was past.