This weekend was too fast, too
furious hot. I’m done with this heat! Today is going to be 90-something and I’m going to just burst into tiny embers, or melt completely. Summer, I love you, but I need some marine-layer breaks! Throw a girl a bone!
Aside from feeling all melty, and wishing that the weekend was 3-days instead of the sad, piddly 2, it was a lot of fun! Kamel and I got to go on a canoe-ing date, my parents got to watch the baby (who then he took a FIVE hour nap, WHAT?) and then we got to celebrate a baptism and a birthday party at my friend Tricia’s, for her 2 year old and 1.5 month old. They bought a bouncy house, you guys. They own that shit. Genius parenting choices right there – screw constant rentals, OWN!
But now it is Monday and I have the womps. Stupid Monday. Stupid work week. I’ll be checking this blog a thousand times today to relive the fun.
(Under the freeway we went! There were lots of baby birds chirping and asking for food from their nests. It was really cook, and a little spooky.)
(His first experience in a bouncy house was a mixed bag.)
(Thank you to Tricia, Jack, and Reese for letting Gabe climb all over your stuff!)
(Why do I stand like that?)