Ripe strawberries, Belly laughs, cotton dresses, lipgloss, new earrings, refrigerator art,chocolate chip mint ice cream, ruby relaxers, happy endings, belle and boo, CASTLE on DVD, toffee, farmer's markets, words, shabby chic, messy hair, gap-toothed smiles, dancing in the den, five year olds, old movies, mix tapes, mail, blogs, puzzles, peach cobbler, tutus, after the rain, kisses, husbands who help, pink suitcases, vintage, chocolate milk mustaches, nine year olds, pico de gallo, thunder, cold wine, warm bread, blank paper, s l e e p y m o r n i n g s.
Our purchases from the Farmer's Market on Saturday. Not shown: a huge watermelon. I used the peaches to make peach cobbler, sliced the tomatoes and sprinkled with salt and pepper and cooked the white peas, sliced the eggplant into rounds and fried them. Add sauteed chicken (the only thing not purchased at the market)and you have our Saturday night supper. I think my favorite thing about summer is the fresh veggies and fruit. Delicious.
I have contracted a rhinovirus. Also known as the common cold.
My head feels like small people are slamming away at my skull with pick axes while my sinuses are swollen, stuffed and inhibiting my ability to breath normally. Swallowing is an exercise in torture that produces pain in both my throat and my ears. I dare not leave the vicinity of the tissue box without a handful tucked into my pockets.
Breathing and taking care of other basic functions has taken priority over any non-necessary functions like cooking and cleaning.
What a wonderful way to celebrate a three year blogoversary!
when the weather is HOT. Our summer is not a three month season. It usually begins in early May and lasts until the last of September of mid-October.
I love the sunshine. Long, lazy days when it doesn't get dark until 9 p.m. But the heat and 100% humidity? Not so much.
We are beating the heat with this:
Please note that it is leaning to the left. The directions said it needed to be on absolutely level ground to prevent listing, but we decided it wasn't necessary. Stupid instructions also state that the pool would be ready for water in 45 minutes. To which Rob guffawed and muttered: "Not when married people do it." He was right. It took closer to two hours of sweaty, cranky labor to put it together.
We have also tried out a few indoor amusements that don't involve video games or TV. And yes, those are MY artistic renderings (and you thought I was lying about the level of disaster that is my art/craft talent). Ha!
Tomorrow is the 56th anniversary of the D-day invasion. It's also our 12th wedding anniversary. No, it doesn't seem like it's been that long. I can still remember very vividly the details of that day. We've turned out well I think, for two people who are muddling through it all together. Content and happy. Still friends, still confidants, still in love.