FORCED FUN SUMMER!!!!!!
And, J.Lo, and Zoosha. (Trust us.)
Every summer for approximately the last five years, I have announced to my husband that we are going to have A FUN SUMMER, no matter what. Yes, the world is on fire (often literally). Yes, things are extremely terrible on many fronts. Yes, Spencer Pratt might end up being the Mayor of Los Angeles and will possibly jail me and Heather for that time we made t-shirts that said, “I Blame Spencer” on them.1 But we all have a finite number of summers in us and we should enjoy them while we can!
This has led to something I’m calling Forced Fun Summer. This summer WILL be fun, we WILL enjoy it, and we WILL look back at whatever we ended up doing and say, “That was fun,” if it’s the last thing we do. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may and all that shit; there will come a time when we can’t enjoy our summer even if we want to! So get after it!
I’ve previously mentioned my personal allegiance to my Notes app, so it will come as no surprise that I currently have a list therein called SUMMER TO DO LIST…