Does anyone besides me get the post-vacation blues?
We spent this past weekend in San Diego, and even though we've been home for three days, I still find myself dragging, sighing wistfully over memories of cool sea breezes, fresh seafood, and the glory of lounging on the beach without a care in the world.
After a weekend like that, coming home to temperatures of 100+ degrees, dirty laundry, and a whiny cat can make anyone a little depressed.
Thank goodness for air conditioning, my washing machine, and...a door that I can shut so I don't have to listen to the cat.
Pictures to follow. Of my vacation. Not of my cat.
Happy Friday,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
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