Last night had the makings of a perfect summer evening. It was so hot, much too hot to mow the lawn (right Dave?), so we went to visit Grandma Lucille and return her phone. We intended on staying just a bit and ended up staying almost two hours. It was so hot and it took a lot of motivation to get out of the airconditioning and into a truck with black leather seats sitting in the sun.
See what I mean?
But eventually we made it back home and decided to do our favorite family activity - pick up golfballs! Don't be a hater, it really is fun. See, Dave (and Bob and Dad) loves to hit his golf balls across the pond to perfect his swing or whatever.
After however-much-time of doing this, we go pick them up, bring them back home and repeat. Fun, right? It's like an easter egg hunt but with golf balls. And no candy.
Hallie and I took some apples for the horses and we drove over to the other side of the pond. It was so freaking hot while we hunted for the balls, but we actually found 42! Sweet!
We drove back home and played in the water hose while Dave hit them back over the pond (see how we repeat?). It was at this point that Hallie ran towards the house, tripped over the hose and landed forehead first onto our concrete sidewalk.
My poor baby.
I think she will be fine.