Yesterday was the Fourth Annual 4th of July Golf Outing (on the 3rd). Somewhere along the way it has grown from seven guys to nearly forty people. It originated with Christopher, his brother, and some of their buddies. Now they give away prizes and don't know everyone that participates by name.
It turns out, I am not a golfer. There's something about swinging clubs in the hot sun that just doesn't appeal to me. Just standing there sweating sounds torturous in my mind. If I'm going to be in the sun, I will be at the beach.
Christopher asked me to unpack the groceries. There was a treat waiting for me at the bottom of the bag!
Somebody knows that berries are the way to my heart.
Lulapie and I read on the porch.
This girl! She melts my heart.
Uncle Sam and I shared some raspberry wine.