The final month of summer is tough. The final week of summer is tougher. And that final summer day? The one where you have to have all your ducks in a row and the bags and lunches packed and outfits chosen and alarms set? That one is just the worst. So I thought, why not throw a big giant pool party with my family? Eat too much food, drink the drinks, and hopefully get my mind of the morning. And guess what? Great success!

It sure did the trick, having my people over and doing our summer thang.... And it probably is the last time that the entire group will be together in that body of water for the year... Sniff.