I haven't felt like writing. So sue me.
But I'll return one of these days - I've just got to get through this weekend without screaming at the children to stop saying "Mommy!" sixteen thousand times an hour. It's beginning to get to me. Also? I need to avoid gaining a zillion pounds during this weekend's barbecue-fest.
Get thee behind me, Harris Teeter! Must you put your pies on sale right now?
Our 90-something temperatures are returning next week, and the stinkbugs are all having babies which run much faster than their easy-to-catch adult counterparts. Large dead cicadas keep falling out of the trees, while moths repeatedly invade our domicile in search of my yarn stash. Don't even talk to me about the darn ants...just don't. Oh, and my fellow bug-neurotic sent me this lovely website. Click at your own risk. I think I'm going to make Larry buy me some sort of trailer/camper this weekend - I'm certainly never staying in a hotel again.
[Pop-up camper image credit: http://home.travelin.com/]