As I am writing this it is late Sunday afternoon. I’m kicking myself for not having a blog post ready to go already and for leaving it until today because, while I’ve done lots of fun things over the last few days, the thing I haven’t done is upload photos of those fun things. And, without photos, I can’t really tell you about the Kathy Mattea concert and the fried clams and the Jimmy Buffett tailgating and the fact that we turned my Jeep into a pirate ship.
What I can tell you, though, is that doing all that stuff and having all that fun has left me exhausted. So exhausted that the only thing I’ve truly done all day is move between the couch outside and the couch inside while reading #5 in The Outlander series. I’ve been telling myself for the last 30 minutes to get up off the couch and check the freezer and fridge to figure out something for dinner – but I haven’t moved a muscle. As my friend Jo-Ann likes to say, I can still party like a rock star – I just can’t recover like one.
Lemme look at what photos I do have processed and see if there’s anything I can share with you. Hold on.
Okay, here we go, I found a picture of Mason from one day last week.
He looks about as ambitious as I feel.