Yesterday this was Vance, "We better start doing some fun stuff because summer is almost over!"
And then I drove the car off a cliff.
Because seriously? We've been doing so much "fun" stuff that "fun" has become the new level of norm.
Instantly I think of Clark Griswold's rant about fun:
Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny ******* Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white *** down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of ******** this side of the nuthouse.There you go. We've made mini-monsters out of the kids with all this fun stuff we've been doing. Moving on!
We survived the summer! We did more fun stuff than we've ever done thanks to our Summer to-do List. We didn't accomplish everything on the list but that's okay.
We tried teaching Vaughn to ride a bike but her legs would rather dance than pedal right now. It's been too hot to make giant bubbles, but it's finally starting to cool down. Strawberry picking can be substituted for apple picking. We'll get to everything eventually, hopefully even the big one of selling our house.
When we listed the house I bought two bottles of champagne. One to celebrate the listing and another for when we sold. Thinking back over all the good times we've had this summer it seems silly to hold off on that second bottle. We have plenty to celebrate. As Ghostface Killah says, "Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast."
Cheers! (What will you be toasting to this weekend?)