It's Summer-ish

My bedroom windows are open and I fall asleep to the sound of my ceiling fan spinning on high and the bullfrogs croaking.

In the past 2 days I've been barefoot more than I've had shoes on. That leads me to realize my desperate NEED for a pedicure. What was life about before spa chairs and "Florida pink" polish?

My porch door is open and I can hear the birds chirping all morning and then the thunder rumble from the brief afternoon storm. Then I take a break to sing a bar of Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks. It only seems right.

I played tennis Friday night and Saturday morning. Both times I realized that my breathing was labored--not because of the physical activity, but the extreme humidity in the air. I now know what life inside a cloud is like.

There's a bowl full of cous cous salad sitting in my refrigerator. Right next to container of guacamole. And in case you're interested in having the beset cous cous salad in town, here's the recipe Sara taught me last year. 3 cups cous cous (I use whole wheat), 1 can of black beans, 1 green pepper, 1 container of cherry tomatoes-halved, 1 small container of feta cheese-chopped finely, 1 red onion-chopped finely, 1 cucumber-chopped finely, balsamic vinaigrette, ground salt and pepper to taste.

The family sat out by the pool yesterday afternoon to get some sun. I rolled my pants up in an effort to get any ounce of color on these pail wintery white legs. Later in the evening I realized that my knee caps were the only ones to oblige me. So that's how it's gonna be, huh?

I catch myself dreaming of trips to Six Flags and Stone Mountain. And what would the laser show be without some Dippin' Dots and maybe a glowing necklace?

I can't stop listening to You and I by Ingrid Michaelson, Eet by Regina Specktor, American Honey by Lady Antebellum, and Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles. The perfect warm weather soundtrack....open sunroof required.

All is well in the world.