sandy handed boys, owls who are not owls, and my own silly self

Summer time sand.

In your hair.

On your skin.

Under your fingernails as you keep digging in.

Might as well admit right now that Drew isn't the only young man in my life.

Might as well give you photographic proof.

Cause here they are, Ollie, Eli, and Judah,
managing to look cool despite holding their hands in that I-really-need-to-rinse-them kind of way. You know, the beach kind of way.

And in the background you can see my sister Jenna, my sister-in-law Darby, and my brother Jonathan, doing their part to get sandy too.

Oh, and Drew and I adopted an owl.

A black one.
Okay, not really, but doesn't Percy look like one? She's not, though; she's totally feline, she's just really good at looking like an owl sometimes.
And looking like a cat most other times. What can I say, she's got game.

And one more thing.

This is what happens when you are me.

When you really don't get technology all that easily.

Or don't really have the patience for it.

Not when all you're trying to do is take a picture.

One silly picture.

And you end up taking...well, this.