The boys were cookie dough depleted.
This calls for an intervention.
The days are getting longer. We no longer feel like going to bed at 3:30pm and getting up in July.
Micah learned to fry his own eggs, and is contemplating the life of a chef in his father's posh eating establishment. Sam has been talking a great deal about swimming pools, beaches, and bonfires. He's mad at the dog for chewing the head off his little wooden turtle from Mexico. (sorry, auntie Kathy). Chap stick makes a nice light snack as well.
The girls have shopping on their minds, and me? Just happy to have a Saturday and a Sunday to caress my best, old friends.