The thing about being a grownup is sometimes summer looses it's affect. I'm lucky enough to have a job that allows me get out and about pretty much as I please, so that helps from being completely trapped inside. (I was trying to explain this to my best friend, who is a teacher ... She forgets she gets the essense of summer in her life.)
Saturday was the epitome of summer in my world. (Well, true epitome will come July 9-16 when we're in Florida, but Saturday was as close as it gets in Murray.)
Peggy and I went to yard sales Saturday morning (The deal of the day was unused Rook cards for 10 cents.) and then at lunch at a quaint girly restaurant called Garden Gate. Then Greg and I went to his aunt and uncle's pool with Jaclyn and Bryan. I read magazines and got a really good start of my new book. (I finished it last night, but "The Second Summer of the Sisterhood" isn't exactly literature. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed it.) Later that night we grilled out with friends and played games until about midnight.