I can hardly believe that this month is September! Where did the summer go? For me, the days (and weekends) flew by while I grieved for my Nona, obsessed over cohabitation arrangements, attended weddings, unpacked and organized the new apartment (groan,) and took fun weekend trips to hang out with friends.
I must sadly admit that I achieved a mere "medium" shade of bronze this year. One can only try her best. Donatella, watch your back come the 2008 beach season.
The Prof and I wrapped up summer well this past weekend in Yarmouth with Frankie Nacho and his girlfriend, who he has appropriately named Tracey Nacho. Admittedly, Tracie (with an 'ie') would be the *perfect* spelling to pair with Frankie, but as a person who appreciates correct spelling of my own and others' names, well, I heart Tracey and THE NACHOS!
Here, the cute little Cape house where we stayed:
Presenting: THE NACHOS!!!
Frankie looks just like his online graphic representation, which always makes me giggle (good call on the mustache removal, by the way):
The watch is still on for A Classic Girl's Bump to emerge, but in the meantime, the Blogorelli Babies of 2007 continue to progress nicely. My cousin's daughter Emerson turns one in a few weeks:
Kendall is still a water bebe (and, apparently, in the Witness Protection Program):
Will my vocal repetition exercises finally coax Lincoln Olav into, as Beyonce so succinctly sang, "Say my name, say my name"? Only time will tell. Until that shining day comes, I'm content with using bubbles to manipulate his affections:
No summer is complete without fresh curbside salvage from those lagging behind on their spring cleaning. But not every soldier can come back from the battlefield. Vintage Steelcase chair from possibly deceased chain smoker's garbage pile, I tried my hardest to resuscitate you to your previous glory, but even two serious washings couldn't make your stinky stained self lovable (or livable):
The melodica hasn't arrived yet buuut I decided that if The Prof and I could somehow turn into cartoon animals, we'd become Monokuro Boo, a pair of graphic Japanime pigs. Coincidentally, I'd be the white one, marking the first time in our history that The Prof could declare himself of a darker skin shade than I:
Whew (or Boo)...bring on Autumn!