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IT’S ALMOST SUMMER. coffee...explanation later our table my interest in school Clearly, I'm ready. I’m ready to be in showers that are clean. Showers where I’m not cupping water and trying to rinse unknown hairs or boogers off the shower walls. I’m ready to be warm and get really good at bowling with my nanny boys. And eat way too much Red Mango. I’m ready for swimsuits and late nights and cookouts. I’m ready to wake up on a Sunday morning and see my dad reading the newspaper in his boxers. I’m ready for sass fights with my mom. I’m ready for my brothers to yell at me from the bathroom that they need more toilet paper, and to bring the plunger. I almost didn’t live at home this summer. But something brought me back. Maybe it’s the fact that my mom has this obsession with making blueberry muffins. Maybe it’s the fact that this is the last “kid” summer that will end with school supply shopping and back-to-school clothes. Maybe it’s tha...

Disclaimer: this blog is dedicated to Asha, my dear friend and one of my three (okay, maybe four) dedicated readers. She called me up and asked me why I haven't blogged in awhile. Not only did I promise her a blog this weekend, I also promised to write it in her honor. So those who don't know Asha, she's pretty cool. But sorry men, she's taken. With that being said. I have been trying to write something funny and/or lighthearted and/or an inclusion of my life in the past month that I haven’t blogged about—Easter, formal, my recent desire to have my nails painted that hasn’t been present since I owned a Lisa Frank backpack—but really all I can think about is Colossians…where my heart has been sitting recently. I also still keep thinking about this: But that’s a different story, maybe for a different time. I will just say this: if you come to a formal that I plan, you ARE at risk of being injured. The facts speak for themselves. Anyways, back to Colossians....