Not so perfect perfect day.

I ran out of steam yesterday and didn't blog.   I am bummed out/feeling dread creep down the back of my throat right now.   My kids are leaving tomorrow morning for their summer visit with their Dad for the rest of the summer.  I hate this time of year.  It's like anti-christmas....  Or something.  I worry and worry for an entire month.

We went geocaching today, found our cache, too.  Yay us! Pretty view.  We also went to visit my Grandpa's grave, I wish we hadn't because it amplified my emotional wreckage by a billion.  The awful thing about the graveyards in small towns that you grew up in is that you know most of the tragic stories behind the stones.   So I've been faking not being a snotty, weepy disaster all day long so as not to freak out the kids, but they always see through it, the little detectives.

Later we went to visit at my sisters and i put about 89347923847293 new books onto my son's ereader.  I spent all of my book budget on him.   

I need a hug or 20.

I had to add this one because I have a thing for scenic photos with a thumb in the top corner.  Dumb, eh?  It's the view from our geocache.