July kicked our butts. I was up until 3am this morning trying to put July away. My alarm was set for 7am this morning. I am tired.
Here's to August and the last 32 days of summer vacation.
As of now, August promises a trip to the Upper Peninsula, an annual dip in Lake Superior, a few nights at Boyne - with a promise from the husband that he'll be able to join us there (he had three days off work in July, and one of those was while he was working in Kentucky), a few more things off of our summer wish lists, Melon Festival, another 5K, school shopping (I've already started, because I have to), out of town company (Greg's sister and family are coming for dinner tonight) (pizza), and one more sports camp for Wendy. (She's finishing up soccer camp today).
Greg just pulled in the driveway - time for a quick hello before I head out the door.