365 days 155-158
Demolition derby! As husband said, "one of these things is NOT like the other..." We do not resemple the locals. There was a kid behind us talking loudly about Lynrd Skynrd forever, tractors and how he needed a shirt that said "Country Boy." I felt the urge to turn around and tell him the shirt was unnecessary, but I (for once) kept my trap shut. I got ice cream on the way home as a reward.
Doing some light painting in the basement for Father's Day. I could have moved the guitar in the corner, but it fits the dad in this house perfectly. I used a flashlight, and I'm planning on going berzerk with this technique on the 4th of July with sparklers. Family, you've been warned.
Trying that crazy fad, planking. And then I realized I couldn't get up. I know why the youths are into this. They're lazy. Does this mean I'm hip now?
Putting on a happy face.
I'm having trouble with this lately. There's the letdown from feeling like me again last week, then coming back to real life. It's a good life, but it's work. I need to fake it until I make it, but it's still a challenge. No one wants to hear me whine about this, including me. So for now I'm putting all my efforts into rocking this summer. Library, parks, playing in the backyard, playdates, the new bakery that opened up downtown (woot!) and using the Dude's naptime to get WG reading and violining and pianoing. It's like I've become a slightly less cool version of my mom.