Over the weekend, after one of several trips to Market Days, Middle Sis and I rode over to Gwynn's Island, where I fell in love with this sign.
Am I the only one who wishes her mailing address was Mad Calf Lane?
With a view like this, what's not to love.
After such a beautiful weekend, this week has been nothing but steady rain. Thanks to a leak in my antiquated automobile, the water evidently messed with the electrical system and caused the interior lights to spontaneously turn on, which is particularly embarrassing, not to mention challenging, when driving in the dark on a long, early-morning commute. The weird thing about that--not that that isn't weird enough--is that one of the lights spontaneously turning on ordinarily doesn't work.
Anyway, although we needed the rain, I'm all done with it. Enough.
Dear Miss Sunshine,
Please come back here where you belong.