Frolics

Today was Laura's last day of school, no joke. It seems early, but they go back on August 10. In keeping with tradition, we were waiting at the bus stop armed with squirt guns and water balloons. I thought Normal Neighbor started this, but apparently it's a thing around here, because before Laura's bus arrived, I could hear the kids on another route around the corner getting off their bus, and I could hear them shrieking and laughing as they got squirted.

Hank had a huge super-soaker, but he never pulled the trigger. He's like one of those soldiers who got through the entire Great War without ever using a single bullet.

Last night my cousin Scott and his family came through on their way to the mountain house and crashed at our place. They walked in and said, "Are we gonna get to be in your blog?" Hell to the yes. They weren't here long enough for me to take a picture, but here is Scott's wife Stephanie, at Christmas in Florida.

That's a cosmo I had just handed her. She is one of my favorite people in the world. Blog, meet Stephanie.

This morning they were gone before we even got up. But she left a note:

Sorry the children were so loud this morning. If I were a bear I would have eaten them.

Best note ever. I don't know how the men in my family find such quality women, but somehow they do.

As I write this Matt is watching the final moments of the Celtics game. But we got a wild hare and are heading up to the mountain house ourselves. The kids are both asleep, but we're going to transfer their limp bodies to the car and get up there late. We felt the need to go tubing tomorrow. Make hay while the sun shines and all that. I learned that in the Little House books.

Bon weekend my friends!