Get suited up in every life jacket you own.
Role-play as a basketball for your Uncle Dallas.
Gut out the trailer and shed and have a yard sale for some extra cash.
Wipe away the tear in your eye, caused by the sad reality that your corn patch has the shortest, most pathetic stalks you've ever seen in your life, and not one ear to pick.
Shave your baby girl's face.
Cringe at the MOUNTAIN of laundry that has piled to 4' high in each of your three laundry baskets and overflowed onto the floor, creating a comfy nest for your little chickies.
Mumble and grumble about how you got so behind on the laundry, then suck it up and start folding. (I had 8 mega-sized loads to fold this day. This is the worst my laundry has ever been in my life!! 1 of my loads is about 2-3 normal loads since I have a high capacity washer.)
And that's what WE do in the summertime.




1 comment:
How is Tilly not MY daughter?!
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