Is it the mound of laundry waiting to be washed?
Or the fact that there's absolutely no food in your house?
Or is it the incredibly disgusting tupperware container that sat in your husband's work bag the entire time that you were out of town?
The mystery has yet to be solved, but in any case it was great to have a last hurrah of a summer vacation.
It was good to spend time with cousins and aunts and uncles.
And play board games.
And dig holes in the sand.
And get our feet wet and dirty.
And eat smores.
And contemplate new careers.
|That's right, Sarah...you were born to run a lemonade stand...|
And watch Ben explain what the hell his t-shirt meant.
Many thanks to my sister Debbie for inviting us along. We had a ball!
Now if you need me, I'll be doing laundry.