Pssssssssssssssss

That's the steam hissing out of every square inch of my kids' bodies, and my own. And Sid's, the cat. How can this be?? It's only June?! Where's my breezy spring--my picnic weather, my read-on-the-porch weather, my stroll-on-the-beach-in-a-sweater weather??

Not to complain.

Last week of school. Yawning horizon of possibilities ahead, and they know it. The school sent a note home--they've bought school supplies for next year and are packaging them up, and we can buy them for some amount of money instead of going to the store and buying our own. Can you imagine surrendering that?? Not picking out your own brand of pencils and choosing the colors of your folders, and picking through the erasers?? Nutty, man. This year, at least, I'm going to try to be smart and put some cash aside to buy the kids' back-to-school clothes next month, instead of picking through the dregs on August 28th. If only I were wired like my sister, who plans things out. I'm totally seat-of-the-pants...