Word of the hour: bed.
I am ready to get in it and sleep; This Memorial weekend has worn me plum-tuckered out. Wake boarding (and actually getting up and staying up on the 2nd try!), burgers, playing in the pool for 8 straight hours, making ice cream in a baggy, two concerts, climbing a 100 foot tall old rickety fire tire...barefooted...in a skirt (it takes a true woman to pull that one off), ribs, grilled corn in the shuck, vanilla yum from st. thomas, and getting tan-borderline-red, made for a great 3 days with lots of fabulous folks.

So far, we're three for three on darn good summer weekends.