Around here, the lilac bloomed and then burned out in about one week. I did laundry times one-billion and got re-elected and started thinking about making strawberry jam.
Also, I'm ready to admit that I have, in no way, passed on the baseball-love gene to my kids. Up until now, I thought they might grow into it. But, they can't make it to the seventh inning stretch no matter how many churros and ice cream bars they eat. It's so confusing.
Still - strawberry jam and baseball? Is it hot in here? (Must be summer mom.)
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