When the last bubble has been blown....
and the last of the flowers have been watered.....
and the last swing on the hammock has been taken.....
and the last ghost story has been told around the campfire...
and the last...ummmmm.......spray in your face has been sprayed????
And suddenly, I find myself looking for sweaters, and coats....
This can mean only one thing: Summer is over,
I can't believe it! Where did it go? It certainly ended with a bang of a birthday week.
First of all, it was my father-in-law's birthday.
Then, it was my dad's birthday.
Then, it was my darling husband's birthday.
Then, it was my nephew's birthday.
Then, it was my sister's birthday.
THEN, it was my other sister's birthday.
(Oh!! and I almost forgot....President Obama's birthday was August 4th, and I had quite the time putting that shin-dig together!)
IT WAS ALSO DEANNA'S BIRTHDAY! -QUICK!! send presents!!!! There's still time!!!!!!
Happy Birthday one and all. -I don't want to see another piece of birthday cake again for a long, long time.
With the summer sun setting, the "back to school sun" rises.
We started school last week. We let go of all the birthday balloons that had been bounced from party to party.
The "lift off ceremony" signified the lifting off of a new school year, a new grade, new memories, new school work....and here's hoping we don't pop along the way.
As always, no celebration is complete without cake.
(I said, "I didn't want to see any more BIRTHDAY cake." -This is CELEBRATION cake.)
We celebrated our first day of school with a heavenly melt in your mouth chocolate cake made with love by the bakery lady from BJ's.
(Ok, fine! I wrote it.) -for those of you wondering what in the world I'm talking about: My mom and Krissy went to BJ's to get a cake for Tricia's birthday this past week. Apparently, when the cake was handed back to them....let's just say that Emma could have done a better job with the lettering.
"Dear Bakery lady at Bj's,
Handwriting class starts at 10:00 and there's still an open slot if you'd like to join us.
PS don't feel so bad. My dad's handwriting is atrocious, as well. You can sit next to him."