Welcome to Sprummer

Sprummer is Wesley's word for that time of the year in Indiana when it's not officially summer, but it's warm enough for water gun fights and swimming. That time is now and afternoons are filled with sporadic yard watering from the shots of the water guns.

Jacob asked last night what a chiropractor did and when I explained about the bones, he said, in his opinion, Carly has an extra large fumblex bone, which is the bone that makes her trip all the time. Truthfully, Carly doesn't fall as much as she used to. It used to be a daily occurrence (or several times a day) and you would just hear a loud crash and her immediate, "I'm OK."

Still waiting on brick masons to get back with their estimates on what the chimney work will cost but so far they all seem to agree on one thing -- "it ain't gonna be cheap." Personally, I wish they would all agree on something else along the lines of "Why, this doesn't need any work at all. Leaning chimneys are all the rage." I don't see that happening though.

Enjoy your sprummer because it won't be long till it's gone and it's just blasted hot and humid.