the ocean

Last weekend we went to our friends' lake house in Michigan, which was very nice, aside from a tragic Taco Bell drive through incident on our way back. You see, we decided to forego a long, lingering brunch somewhere so that we could ransom the dog from boarding sooner, and settled instead on the joys of an AM crunchwrap. But we forgot that Michigan was an hour ahead of Chicago, and were thus greeted with only nominally "Mexican" delicacies, many of which involved Frito Lay products, instead of breakfast when we got to the drive through. And normally we'd be down, but it still felt like 10 AM to our stomachs. And the lady in the drive through was super sassy with us and we we couldn't back out because there was already someone behind us so we had to spend ten minutes sitting in line and get the stink eye from the aforementioned sassy lady. And then we were so discombobulated that we made a rushed, misguided decision to get Wendy's. I think it's fair to say that nothing worse has ever happened to anyone, ever. 

The rest of the week has been fine. I spent a fair amount of it in the hammock reading, so that's a plus. My new outdoor mold and mildew spray arrived and I went to town on our stonework. I initiated a foot peel. All of this likely to be covered in your next Us Weekly, I am sure.