Nobody likes you when you're 27. . . ???

Well, at least we are closer to 25 than 30. . . until December. We had our birthdays (Wade is the 5th and mine is the 3rd) over Fourth of July weekend. We were camping with my family at Lake Wenatchee, which was fun, except that we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes. I think I came home with 16, and Wade came home with 17. It would have been more, but we doused ourselves in Off every chance we got. Wade tried out Nora's chair -- kind of reminds you of Goldilocks, huh?

The weekend before, we were in Seattle, and, on Sunday, we went to the Museum of Flight. Neither of us had ever been, and my parents were also in Seattle, and my aunt wanted to go, so it became a group trip. I was surprised how big the museum is. I mean, obviously, it has to be big enough to hold planes, but I was surprised at how many planes there were. We didn't even see everything, and we were there for four hours or so. We got to walk through President Kennedy's Air Force One, and tour the WWI and WWII exhibits.

And Wade has a message for everyone. . .

And, if you are going to do that, you might as well do it right. . .


Life is good, next weekend we are staying home. . . too many weekends away and too many weeds to pull. :)