Zachary graduates Sunday. Oh he who, at age 5, wandered off in the National Museum of Art and was found explaining a painting to a security guard.
Finishing up school this year, and so glad to report that I'm going back next year. Happiness.
Thinking about summer. Torn between two extremes.
Planning it all out to the last minute
not making a single stinking plan.
Maybe there is a happy medium.
Here's a happy puppy: