I'm Melting

I'm feeling rather apathetic. Maybe it's because it's a beautiful day outside and I'm stuck inside working - dealing with a printer that seems to always have a paper jam that I must investigate every time I need to print something - and then when the paper jam is fixed, it claims to be out of paper even though I already re-filled it.
Sigh.

Maybe I'm just thinking about going camping this weekend, or the vacation I get to take in just under 2 weeks--which by the way, could go by really quickly and I promise I wouldn't whine about the summer speeding by. Just get me to vacation!!

No matter the reason, I'm feeling mopey. I feel like I'm melting into a little puddle right here in my chair.

Of course I'm not actually doing that, and I promise I'll stop whining about it because let's face it, there isn't really any legitimate reason for my puddle-like attitude.

So I'll suck it up.

Just for you.

And maybe a little bit for Joe because I'm sure the last thing he wants is to come home after his own long day of looking longingly out the window at the pretty sunshine, and have a mopey girlfriend. So here goes.

I think this first picture is a rather appropriate way to begin boosting my mood.



Yes, those are tennis shoes hanging from the back of my car. They are there because they smell. TERRIBLY.

Joe and I took my parents on a nice leisurely hike last week. About half way to our destination hiking path, my mom and I noticed a rather ghastly smell. We weren't sure what it could be since the boys couldn't smell it from the front seats. Then Joe informed us that he had placed his old, smelly, disgusting "hiking" shoes in the trunk in an effort to keep from stinking up the car on the way to the hike. Well he FAILED! Miserably! The smell had permeated the back seat and was choking out the air.

Needless to say, the shoes rode outside the car on the way back home after the hike.

And unfortunately, despite pleading from both myself and my mom, Joe would not throw out the shoes and has returned them to their stink hole in the basement.

The next are a few more typical photos from our hike, followed by a ridiculous man on a motorcycle at the Quietside Flamingo Festival which my mother obviously insisted upon attending.









And to finish things off, a couple more adorable pictures of my parents....





...Some pretty little boats that match pretty bigger boats...



...a photo from the top of Dorr Mountain...



...and the most poisonous snake the world. Which is actually probably just a gardener snake that tried to fool us into thinking he had a tiny rattle on the tip of his tail. And of course he decided to try to bite me even though Joe was the one who almost crushed him beneath his shoes, not me. Go figure...