The pond. August 2004. Aahhh, Summer. To be tired of grilling out and hot days. Sick of going to the pond every night after dinner and wishing that the lawn would mow itself.
A New Englandah, mom of two, who is more than a little scatterbrained. Throw in some knitting, some reading, a bit of embroidery, some youth hockey watching, and maybe a margarita or three and that's pretty much the perfect weekend.
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