Summer solstice 2009. It started off as a thank-God-husband-has-his-best-friend-here-to-go-to-the-Nascar-race-'cause-I-desperately-don't-want-to-go and ended with an evening picnic--not on our balcony, no. This time we were no more than four feet from our front door. Letting it all out there for the neighbors to see and hear. Good, good times.
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