Normally I’m kind of sad when a new month begins because it generally means that time is flying way too quickly and I’m getting older, wrinklier and closer to 40 than I’d like. However, in the summer months (aka the months I detest with the passion of a million fiery suns), I’m practically giddy as I flip over the calendar page. The faster the hot, children-out-of-school months pass, the happier I am.
Oh, and please note that while I complain endlessly about summer break, I do, in fact, love my kid. I’d hate for anyone to think otherwise.
Besides the fact that I’m happy it’s July 1, I really have nothing to report. Last July 1st I had something to report: it was the day Craig got promoted.
Well, not much is going on.
I bought a watermelon today. And some paper towels. I paid the bills (holla to online bill paying) and am currently sitting on my couch, feet propped up, and diet pepsi at my side. Not exactly blog worthy. So instead of rambling on about nothing, I will keep this short and sweet.
But before I hit publish, let me get one thing off my chest: fruit is not dessert!
It just isn’t. Stop trying to tell me otherwise.
I adore fruit. I eat a lot of it. It’s tasty. It’s refreshing. It’s nutrient dense.
But fruit IS NOT DESSERT.
Fruit may be a part of dessert, if cake, ice cream or pie are involved. But by itself, fruit is not dessert.
Can I get an amen?