Every time something comes to me worth writing down, I don't have the time to do it.  Darn it all.  So, here I am, time to write, no inspiration.

Beau's first birthday has come and gone.  There were lots of friends and family at our house, a wagon full of puppies and fire truck.  Good times if you ask me.  Beau loved it.  He slept 12 hours that night.

Pictures of his bash to follow.

The dog days of summer are being spent at splash pads since our local pool is CLOSED DURING THE FUCKING WEEK.  This is a hot-ass button for me.... no pun intended.  Get this:

Chris and I paid $200 to join Cypress Cove.  It's great:  splash pad, zero depth pool....  Great for kiddies Beau's age.  So, we're cruising along July then BAM!  August hits.  They don't have enough staff to keep the damn place open Monday-Friday.  WTF.  So what if all the college-aged lifeguards need to go back to Greek Row.  Find some late season peeps to police the pool and be done with it.  So now, I hit up the splash pads in the area for some heat relief.  Its more of an annoyance than anything.  I will not be joining Shit's Cove next summer.  Count on that.  Write that down.

I'm pumped for fall.  Bring on the mums, crispy weather, Bears games and Yankee Candle Leaves scent.  Did I mention turtlenecks.  Yeah.  Turtlenecks.