Last weekend while my husband was at a scout camp (in the rain), I took off with the kids and headed south. The further south we went, the warmer it got. It was great. We waded in the river, the boys swam, we sat outside and watched the sun go down, and we didn't miss the rain. Then we had to come home, and it is still raining. If it weren't for the bright yellow dot, called the sun, on the weekend forecast, I might be going south again this weekend.
On Monday we went and hit a bucket of golf balls for FHE. Golf is Kirk's very most favorite thing. I have never been and haven't ever really had a desire to get into it. But I actually kind of liked it. Good thing Kirk doesn't read my blog, I would never hear the end of it!