I really do like Summer. We are the best of friends. But even friends have partings of ways sometimes. Sometimes for good, sometimes just for a breather. I was starting to think of Summer as a not so good friend to kick to the curb and snub eternally.
My summer has consisted of the dh leaving for SE Idaho to work since no one wants to hire a guy for the summer from June to August (and nix the July in the middle so he can go to LDAC). My parents took him on at the farm and he has been gone working. Normally that would be an awesome opportunity to go with him and get a little vacay.
Well not so much this year. Savannah has summer school and we were working around it. But THEN I got Braden's report card. And since this is a family blog and I have some compassion (although not much is left at this moment) I won't tell his grades. I will say that just under half of his classes ryme with explitives that start with F. Yup. F's. Plural. Summer school starts for him July 9th.
But before all the rest of the "fun" for the summer hits, Chris and I went to the farm to pick up Braden for Scout camp and attended a family reunion at the same time.
We made it to the breakfast and then played some hookie on Palisades until the evening pig roast and auction.
And it was overcast. I forgot sunblock til much later in the day.
I am red.
Pink?
Magenta?
blisters.
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