This time I blame the trifecta of the holiday weekend, Anne of Avonlea, and carpal tunnel syndrome.
I don't actually have carpal-tunnel, but if I go on long bloggy breaks like this I'm pretty much guaranteed not to acquire it.
We made a last-minute decision to join some friends at a beach house for a couple of nights over the long weekend. This was the view from the back patio.
I'd say it was a good decision.
It's always a good thing to get some sand in between your toes, you know.
The beach just has a different feel to it; it's easy to relax.
Until you read about the shark attack that happened there a few days prior.
Then it's a good time to stay in the beach house.
There was a large bag of chocolate candy located in the beach house, and chocolate doesn't bite.
I bite it.
Once we returned back home, the rest of our weekend was spent with friends-- swimming and eating.
It was a great holiday with lots of family time for us. The only downer was that Josh brought home a huge deployment bag filled with all sorts of goodies.
I stopped watching him go through it after he pulled out the gun holster.
I have no doubts about his ability to drop bombs and wield the aircraft gun, but I am slightly concerned about all of his toes making it home safely if he's packin' the heat on the way to the latrine.
But we have a couple months left and I refuse to think about it.
And that Pat the Bunny is up to all her bunny tricks. She is attempting to talk me into spending the entire 6 months in Michigan floating around between our family.
Now, I know a lot of you say that PtB stories are your favorite and you want to know when she'll be