And here we are this year:
I was pretty proud that I thought ahead and had Jeremy take our picture before we got all sweaty looking. We decided to take the photo in front of the planter on the front steps. Yeah, it’s right there behind us.
I went out for my walk hoping to find hundred dollar bills left behind by guests in a rush to get out of town. Alas, all I found were beer bottles. I walked a few to the garbage. I’m sure that was a sight — me striding along with an empty beer bottle in hand.
I have sort of an itch to get back on a festival committee, but as I told our blog reader-sister Molly yesterday, I’m sure if I lay down, it will pass . . .