About 20 years ago, I knew an avid golfer. Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, he would wake up bright and early, and head out to a golf course to play a few rounds. And every Saturday afternoon, like clockwork, he would be in a foul mood, enraged at his performance. "Okay, seriously, I do not get it," I said one day. "Why do you play every week? I mean, the game clearly pisses you off. Do you enjoy being angry? This doesn't seem like a lot of fun for you."
(I'm confused and then somewhat enlightened about golf over at Bliss Your Heart. Click here to read more.)
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Last Friday was Alex's last day of second grade; yesterday, we had her final student-teacher conference. And with that, she's officially a third grader.
Also with that, it's officially summer around our house. And here's how it looks so far.