I don't think I have said this yet: Can you believe it's July already?
Any day it will be Autumn and then Christmas. That's how fast time flies.
Every day my husband and I take turns asking the other, "Is it bedtime yet?" It's our way of saying "this day is getting old, can we just move it along?" Today, with it being so dang hot, I asked, "Is it September yet?" to which he answered "How about October or November? Or better yet, 72? or 80?" Whoa. There went my life. There are days that are so tiresome you just want to fast forward to another place and time.
It's on days like that when you need the power to go out just so you can roast marshmallows over a candle. I'll be happy to take matters into my own hands and just shut the lights off and keep the air conditioning.
My brother's Fourth of July party contributions
Anyway, I miss toast. A lot. I thought I could do this with little sacrifice, but it turns out toast is my comfort food. Sigh.
I hope your weekend is off to a great start. I have to tell you, those of you who read yesterday's post, I deleted Helen Keller in Love last night (I couldn't stand another page) and started That's Why I'm Here by Chris Spielman this afternoon. Maybe this weekend I'll pretend we're having a blizzard and cast on a pair of socks while I listen. What are your plans?