The last day of school means one thing in this household:
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
We are literally trapped on a deserted island for 10 months of the year, only leaving the isolation and desolation about 8 times.
I have no idea what I was thinking.
It seemed like a good idea at the time?
By June, jumping on a boat with complete disregard for the weather is totally doable.
So I do.
The day after school let out, we saddled up and headed for greener pastures.
We took our time traveling down the coast, shopping and sightseeing.
We hit up the Maine Diner in Wells, for the first time of the season. We try to go once a month in the summer, the kids love it.
Mac and cheese, people. It will bring you to your knees. Have it with the lobster.
And then we ended up in the Mountains. In New Hampshire.
(This has nothing to do with my sense of direction, I assure you.)
The only other place in the world I don't have that too-tight-turtleneck feeling.
There are POLICE here in the real world, who will hold you accountable for your actions.