I usually blog around this time of the week, but some of us have been chillin’ at the cottage. I’ve had no time to write – far too busy shoving smores in my gob, pulling leaches off little feet and enjoying an icy beverage from the campfire cooler.
So, all is well in dreamy cottage country. All will be shattered when I have to face the hard reality of cottage laundry - but we won't think about that now.
Oh, and as for the title of this post - probably more accurate to say that at this point in time you can smell us from distances far and wide!