Things feel much too serious around here. Perhaps it's merely a sign of fatigue, but I am really not laughing, playing or feeling as decidedly silly as is necessary for a happy life.

Please send some 5-year olds over, stat.

I'm blaming my loss of humor on my husband. For months upon months (upon months!), I have been able to ward off his political ruminations and ignore his obsession with the presidential campaigns. And then, in the weeks following SAW, my weakened, exhausted state allowed for the infection to take hold.

*sneezes violently*

There's really only one true cure for the malaise of politics and that is an afternoon with some wild five-year olds, so please-- send them my way. I'm thinking we'll go down into the field, run around, throw sticks for the dogs, collect rocks and build towers and then come inside and make treasure maps and then go back outside for a rollicking scavenger hunt until it gets dark. Then?

A bonfire, natch.

We'll cook hotdogs over the open flames and toast our buns. Yum.

sigh

All of which is to say-- it is so beautiful around here right now I am embarrassed to take photos since there is no possible way to even remotely capture the light in the leaves or the scent on the breeze or the feel of the sun warming the back of your neck. And, despite the sweet beauty, I am buried in adult stuff and that makes me cranky.

Anyone else in need of some full-out playtime?

Maybe I should put an ad on craigslist?

WANTED: playmate. Must enjoy make-believe and wild dancing. Willing to argue that pizza is a food group. Thinks a day without snuggling dogs is like a day without laughing until you can't breathe or your stomach aches, whichever comes first. Please, no serious candidates need apply.

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