Instead of turning this into a "what I did on my summer vacation" post, I thought I'd explain why I didn't read for a month. Or why I did read but didn't blog about it. Either or, really.
We'll start off with the obvious: it is really hard to read when you're slightly inebriated.
|The inside of my fridge.|
|This is why it took a month for me to|
read From What I Remember.
|Meet Cady (pronounced Katie).*|
|It's too hot and loud outside to read.|
|This only happens every summer.|
I'm ending this WTFF a little differently. If you're a blogging buddy of mine I want you to post what you did this summer below. Also, a few links back to your blog of posts you think I missed/would enjoy. It would be appreciated. If you're not a blogger, just a "what I did and what I read" comment would also be appreciated. And please let me know how many drinks you had this summer. Just a rough estimate. I'm going with at least a tanker truck for myself. I want to make sure that's normal.
*Here is a video of how my cat eats her food. That's my sister talking.
**There's been about five Mean Girls references in this post alone.
Small Edit/Note: I acquired zero new tattoos this summer.