summer solstice

I had a Lady Macbeth moment this morning when I woke up, looked at my hands, and thought, “What the hell did I slaughter last night??”

Kathleen and Anna are ready to celebrate the official start of summer.

BTW, the “blood and guts” left between my fingernails this morning were the remnants of sangria prep from last night.  I am an excellent cherry-pitter.

Also, although I will be experimenting with these tonight and over the next 17 weeks (thanks Kathleen for looking out for me!), as a child of a Frenchwoman who I’m pretty sure had a small glass of red most nights of her pregnancies, I appreciate this article (thanks Isaac!), less so the holier-than-thou responses.