This week has been so hot, it fried this poor luna moth to a crisp, right on top of our umbrella.
So, for respite, we headed to the beach to catch some minnows and to enjoy Dave's last summer of freedom before he becomes a workin man.
Well, the peanut butter cups melted at the beach, so naturally, Lucia absconded with them to the pantry and, well. You get the idea.
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