The Thursday before we left Michigan, as I was sipping a glass of white wine at the beach with the entire crew and waiting to hear from Greg that his flight was going to arrive on time, I got a call on my cell from my neighbor. Apparently a storm had come through. A tree fell. Within a few hours, I got numerous cell pics of the event from my friends who were doing drive-bys. So our neighbor wasn't kidding.
And that, my friends, was the end of the Mazdarati.
But, who had time to dwell on broken gutters, stairs, grill, and a crushed car when we had another roadtrip to take. Off to Massachusetts we went.
But our weekend stay just wasn't enough. Little did Grace & Wern know that we intended to stay all week. It was totally worth it, and not just because we got to see a real live shark. I'm not kidding. A FREAKING shark. It was alive while Grace & Carly were out on the kayak, or at least it was spotted soon after they came home, but then it didn't make it through the night. Sad. Also, terrifying.
The rest of August was painful. I am not going to lie and say we enjoyed the 99 degree heat and sweating our asses off at the playgrounds and sandboxes. But, I feel like God does this to parents in order to make sending off the little ones to school that much easier. Some may say irresistible.
Yet, the heat continued. And continued. And in late September, we ate outside in the scorching heat for Greg's birthday at our favorite birthday restaurant. Greg, not one to embrace the limelight, gave me the eye when I asked about doing cake at the restaurant. Guess who didn't give a hoot what her dad wanted? In fact, Greg and I weren't paying any attention when Carly mentioned to the waiter that it was her dad's birthday, so when the waitstaff came over with the sombrero singing "happy birthday" in Spanish, we were all a bit surprised. Well, all of us but one.
So you are almost caught up....
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