Snow Cone. Check.

All last summer I meant to stop at the snow cone shack by my house and get a snow cone.  And I never did.  So last night on my way home from an Institute class I stopped and had a strawberry snow cone with cream.  I felt so productive.  I really did.  It's great to accomplish your goals.

Can you tell they're sisters?

They're Getting So Big

Oh No

I just realized my landlord was going into my apartment this morning to replace the window screens.

I have 65 plastic buckets from the dollar store in my living room, along with rolls of colored butcher paper and about a million popsicle sticks.

I have 12 centerpieces crunched on my kitchen table.

And there are piles of beach towels, sunglasses and flip flops stacked in my second bedroom.

My landlord is going to think he's renting to a crazy person who is absolutely obsessed with summer decor.  (But really I'm just the  Relief Society Additional Meeting Coordinator in my ward... and we have a dinner on Wednesday.)  Aggghhh.  I'm kind of embarrassed.

Summer Sweetness

Lauren's favorite past-time this summer is collecting pinecones.  My favorite past-time is talking about how adorable she is.  We make a good team, Lauren and I.

No More Reaching Out

No one in my office calls or emails anyone anymore.  We always have to "reach out."  It's been driving me crazy for about 6 months now.  Hopefully I will feel better now that I've expressed this.  But I doubt it.

My Latest Obsession

I redboxed the first season of "Downton Abbey" over the weekend.  Big mistake.  I don't want to leave my home until I've watched every episode, six or seven times, and know everything about these people.  Mary and Matthew... Anna and Bates... their lives are now more important to me than my own.