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Let's begin with my three
1. The photo above is of billowy, pillowy clouds and green, green acres. I can't see the words "green acres" without hearing "Green Acres is the place to be, farm living is the life for me. Land spreadin' out so far and wide...Keep Manhattan just give me that countryside." Oh how I loved Arnold the Pig. He spoke to me, in
2. It is mid-August. Trying to block out the monotony of my hour-long drive home from work today I forced myself to leave the comfort zone of my ridiculously predictable radio stations and tuned into a channel where they were discussing bossy women and their impact on men, not that I couldn't teach that class, but anyway on one of the breaks they were advertising for a New Year's Eve party. In August they're talking about New Years. Pre-Labor Day. Pre-Halloween. Pre-Haven't Even Had a Minute to Enjoy Summer Yet But Who Cares Because New Years Is Around the Corner. And for the record, what happened to July 4th? It didn't show up this year.
3. It's my goal to enjoy every last shred of summer with the Chesapeake Bay Children that I can. Since I also have paying jobs to attend to, this may mean skipping a few posts here and there in
3.5 While you're doing your happy dance at the prospect of a break in the insanity, I'm going to focus on ways to suck the most life out of the last few weeks of summer that is humanly possible.
It's your turn. Please tell us 3 or more things, anything at all, whatever you want. If 3 is too constricting, toss that number right out the window and leave 300 things. Let it all out.