Believe it, it's the fricking middle of the sixth month which makes it smack in the middle of the year and nearly the middle of the decade. Phew.
June 2nd - 9th: The Outer Banks, North Caroline (Duck, to be specific) included 38 large and six small, both large and small were well behaved, happy, always hungry, always fed incredibly well, a different family cooking every night, ranging from Brit Yorkshire pudding to Thanksgiving turkey and dressing, to BBQ pork ribs, pulled pork and chicken, to good old fashioned dogs and burgers to -- well, well, my brain just froze through visualization gluttony. A great week, two days of rain, one thanks to Andrea that pizzled soon after deluging the Outer Banks, namely, our house. Ah, now it's on to next year –