It was 100 degrees that day.
We did not sweat~we dripped. All day long.
5:30pm Mattie dear announces a spontaneous (spontaneous? MATT?) trip to the lake.
I quickly make a batch of lemonade and boil some macaroni, then fill an old ice cream container with anything I can find in the fridge and from the garden.
I toss the jar of homemade jerky in the basket too, since the Mr. has a meat fetish and can't seem to live without it.
10 minutes, we are gone.
We swam. We ate. We got cooled off. We laughed. We played hangman and wondered at the weirdness of the dead.
I mean, musclemen are one thing. But sweet, little girls? How messed up is that?
It was a good day.
I love spontaneity.