Summer Sundays

This morning's breakfast consisted of lobster omelettes and boston creme pie.

It was a gorgeous New England morning.

We sat outside and enjoyed fantastic food over hot coffee and the local rag.

It was so fantastic that it almost made up for having to leave my family shortly after to spend the bulk of this beautiful day in the windowless basement of Pottery Barn lugging furniture twice my size out to cars that barely fit the people driving them let alone a coffee table.*

Almost.

* Just a heads up people...let's make this a good experience for both of us. There is no possible way that I am going to fit a couch in the back of your Geo so just leave that bad larry at home and rent a uhaul. XO, M

funk

I did my first triathlon. It was SO fun!

The woman that gave birth and means the world to me just turned 75.

Yet, I haven't blogged. I just spent hours trying to do so to no avail.

I create really good blog posts in my mind but haven't had the patience to actually execute them. If only you could blog through osmosis or mental telepathy! (You may want to get on that Steve Jobs. iblog?)

I am not seeing the desire coming back anytime soon. Only time will tell.

Here is my lame attempt at sharing what has actually been an amazing month with you.

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Happy Birthday Mom.

God only knows where I would be without you.