our scheduled series (numbers 1 through 492) of "What to do when scraps are coming out of your butt", to update you on
"EPIC SUMMER '11"
and let you know that the lemonade stand was a success.
Kids cleaned up, actually. But the money wasn't the point--
it's a classic, American summer activity, is it not?
Of course it is. (But still doesn't hurt to say "thank you" in other languages.)
And while we're on the subject of bevi's,
Smoothies, gallons of lemonade, italian cream soda's, whatever floats our boat.
Is this a summer post, or a food post?
And must they be mutually exclusive?
'Cause we are big, BIG, on the lazy summer morning breakfast 'round here.
Flapjacks, waffles, french toast, breakfast casseroles, sweet rolls, muffins, toast,
Scrambled, sunny-side up, hard-boiled, eggs benedict, egg quiches, omelettes--
I am the omelette queen.
18% of the time.
And no, you cannot have an S.O.S. pad to help me out with my stovetop. But thanks.
Oh ho ho! And don't get me started on the birthdays and their cakes!
I made all of these. I did. 'Nt. Did. Not. But my SIL Rachie-poo did. I just sampled half of each of them.
Summer rocks my world. I normally take massive amounts of pictures,
But I've more than doubled all my other months. I'm a snap-happy fool, y'all.
Sigh. I want to die of an overdose of summer.
One day. Year.
60 years from now.
Oh, and by the way--
our summer is clothing optional. Apparently.