here comes the sun

Can you hear me singing it?  I am.  In my head.  I spent last Thursday afternoon in a park, in a tank top, flipped up to get a little color on my otherwise pasty midsection.   It must have been 75 degrees!!!  Yes, three exclamation marks for that.  I live in Seattle.

I can feel it – summer is just around the corner.  I need to prepare.

Who doesn’t want this bathing suit?  It’s amazing.  And that hat.  I want the hat, too.

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Enough afternoons in the park, and perhaps…

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Every summer I tell myself I’m going camping.  Or at least for a long hike.  Why is it so hard?  And why doesn’t it look like this?

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Um, yum?

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