the great leslie

Once the triathlon was over, the summer was suddenly half over. And then I went to the "biggest" event of the summer: my cousin's wedding. And so now it's August, and I'm counting my weekends and thinking about how to maximize my summer funtimes. 

I was telling this to my dad on the phone just now, and he said: "My parents used to have a coaster that said: 'Work is the curse of the drinking class.'" 

And, as a newspaper woman and a woman of the drinking class, I love this Oscar Wilde quote (thank you, google) and now plan to embroider it on a pillow or something. After the summer is over, that is, and I can no longer swim or drink outside or do other fun summer stuff.