I went with some of my family to the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri over the 4th of July Weekend. I left on Saturday and came back on Tuesday. I had an okay time since going to the lake is not my favorite thing in the world. Can you tell? Lol!
My brother tried to blow himself up with our fireworks and got stung by a wasp. That probably wasn't his favorite day.
On the way home, we made a short detour (about an extra hour) to drive through Fayetteville to see some of our friends for lunch. I got to see my friend Lyndsey who I haven't seen since Easter, when she made her big announcement that she is having a BABY!
So now I am back home, trying to recover from all the traveling and apparently sleeping on a bed that came with the lake house. My grandmother's aunt owns the cabin, and she doesn't remember what year she bought the house- but we have a guest book and the first entry is from 1966- so the bed is at least from before 1966. Lovely. I'm thinking it might be time for a new one.