Summertime Blues.

Why does it always have to be so bloody humid here? Gah. When it's so sticky you'd rather stay in your third floor apartment, you know there's something wrong.

We had our first dinner party since we moved here a year ago this past weekend. God, it was so great to sit around with friends, no bullshit, good food and lots of laughing. Violet was an absolute dream, she ate with us and went to bed without a fuss. We have a nice little patio in the backyard which I had never spent any real time in. Note to self: must start having more dinner parties.

Maybe we'll go to the beach this afternoon. Hmmm.