Bloggy Break (Summer Leave, Perhaps...?)

I promise I'm still here.

I've done this from time to time, you know. I write regularly, inspired by whatever bloggy muse keeps me active in the blogosphere, and then suddenly, without warning, I have nothing about which to write. Nothing.

Oh, my life goes on, I assure you. I don't just sit in a frustrated, failed heap on the floor, letting my wailing children walk/crawl all over me in an attempt to rouse me from my stupor. Far from it. The last three days we (the kids and I) have gone to the library, eaten ice cream bought from the neighborhood ice cream man, visited a couple garage sales, braved the evils of Wal-Mart, walked with the whole family to Dariy Queen, and spent every possible extra moment playing outside in the backyard. The boys love their wading pool and their wooden swingset, Charlotte loves crawling around and discreetly eating sidewalk chalk and weeds, and I love lounging around, drinking sweet tea, and working on my tan.

It all works out for everyone's best interests.

Although Stephen informed me last night that one of my legs is actually more tan than the other. Shoot.

So you see, while my brain might not necessarily be in blog mode, the Cases still go rolling along. Quite merrily, in fact, if the happy grins despite bug bites, sun burns, and a rash of earwigs seeking shelter from the humidity are any evidence.

We'll continue lounging, playing, sunburning, and just generally enjoying summer in the hopes that it will all provide some bloggy fodder for your reading pleasure. In the meantime, get out there and play yourself. Summer is short, and I keep a memory of cold, sunless, endless days stored near the forefront of my mind, lest I get all weepy about the sticky, hot weather.

(Just for the record, I hate earwigs.)

(Insert visible shudder.)