It was late in the day on Monday, August 18. The pool party guests had all departed. [Thank God!] All that was left to do was tidy up around the pool, around the tree house, around the decks, around the front, around the house. [Whew, but my head is spinning!] Youngest ran to get the mail. Oh, the horrors! The horrors!
I have just one thing to say about my receipt of this catalogue: Do I really need to start my Christmas shopping 128 days before Christmas?
Okay, I never have just one thing to say about anything, so here's another thing I want to say: Could I please enjoy the rest of summer -- forget about savoring Indigenous Peoples Day -- before I'm asked to start planning what cheap crap I'll be buying for Christmas gifts this year?