Surprised you there, didn't I?
Do you know what I miss in November when it's chilly and my furnace is disassembled because the pressure tank apparently has a hole in it which causes it to make such a thunderous clamor that we were all pretty sure it was going to explode at one point? Do you? Do you?
I go to my happy place. And my happy place is the camp in Maine.
Happy children playing on the lake shore.
Happy dogs chasing Frisbees.
Kids all piled into the front of Boat, waiting for a ride.
This year Wilson taught Cady how to swim. In return, Cady taught Wilson how to bark. Gee, thanks Cady.
Did you know my husband loves his boat? I know the kids and I rank at the top of the list, but Boat? Boat is right behind us.
Like Shea, being towed by his dad on the lake. Right behind. See what I did there? Oh, I am a clever little wordsmith.
Or like I love my own little Boat. His name is Wilson and he's not really little.
As we noticed when he tried to climb up on the raft. This was almost as amusing as when he tried to fetch the buoy for the boat.
And after a long day of tubing on the boat, they all come ashore on the paddle boat.
Much better to look at this then to think about a stupid broken furnace.