Ah…it’s a beautiful California day. The blackberries in my garden are just about to ripen (I make a mean blackberry cobbler!), the pool is at a swimmable 70 degrees, and at just 8:35 AM, I already smell someone barbequing the heck out of some ribs. I must admit I am tempted to partake in all the festivities, but I have a chapter outline to finish, and the mountain of laundry in my closest has threatened to rise up and eat my children.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Sigh. Well, I guess two less kids means more time to do…whatever, right? Okay, okay. I won’t throw them under the bus. I’ll just give them snorkels.

Have a great one!