It's official. Summer vacation is here. I'm done with my four days of real work at the LYS and I'm back to my normal schedule for a while. It's starting to get warmer and for some reason all I want to do is bake. Why is that? Baking does not go with summer. Baking makes the house hotter. Way hotter. But I want to bake. Right now I am resisting the urge to make Scottish shortbread with butterscotch topping. But it sounds good doesn't it? With an icy cold glass of milk? I put the ice cream maker core in the freezer. I think tomorrow we will make some homemade ice cream. Today we're gonna hit the pool when the man wakes up from his lazy afternoon nap. We have hot dogs for the grill. And squash. The squash just keeps a-coming. And the corn in the backyard is well on it's way to being as high as an elephant's eye. Oh and I'm knitting watermelon striped socks.
This is my husband's head last weekend. He normally does not have this much hair. My son had written "I STINK" on his head in bright red lipstick. We all laughed heartily. Then I sent my husband to Publix for something. You know where this is going. He forgot to wash his head. You can laugh. We all did.