For those of you who don't know, summer officially began last week. What, you say that summer doesn't officially start until June 21st. No, no, summer starts when a little boy gets his first scraped knee of the season. Actually it was my first real scraped knee-blood-tears-peroxide-neosporin-bandaid wearing scrape of my life.
It is now officially the second week of summer and I now have two scraped knee-blood-tears-peroxide-bandaid wearing scrapes. It happened when I was walking the dog over to get her nails clipped. Mommy couldn't tell if I was more upset that I scraped my knees or that we had to turn around and go home to clean them up.
I tell you it sure is going to be a long summer if I get scraped knees with the mathematical equation above. How many weeks of summer are there, you ask? We'll see how many scrapes I have by the end and I can tell you for sure.
Until next time . . .
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