I am the only person you know who could be here and be miserable, because apparently I was a kid before they invented fun, or so my kids tell me. Also it's 120 degrees outside and I still have a sinus infection. And I look ridiculous in a bathing suit. And I sweat like a man. I am drinking beer (no opener, so a strange older man whacked it on a stump to open it, and I kissed him, sweatily), taking pictures, and reading "Let's Pretend This Never Happened" by the Bloggess. Appropriate, no?