I have returned, as is obvious by my being here.
The weekend was lovely. The days were warm with cool breezes and the nights required blankies. I slept ten hours a night. I am now our family reunion secretary because I can not stand to see grown ups whine. My major function is making sure I call the park at 7am on a specific day in August so we get a reservation for our day and pavilion next year. We have a prayer. Of course, if I screw this up, my dad will kill me. I can't handle the pressure.
But onto more important things: I am catching up on my sleep so that 8am Saturday morning July 21st, I will have my hot little hands on Harry Potter. In between sleep, I am preparing for my husband's birthday party, so I can begin reading every free moment I have. I will forgo alcohol Saturday so I can stay awake all night until I have devoured every page and woe to anyone who tells me anything about the book. Yes, I am that excited.