This is the last I'll

This is the last I'll be writing until next Tuesday, when I return from tubing, rustic setting, fun, etc. Hopefully I will come bearing photos so I can share with you such treasures as: Liz sunbathing naked (for she has decided that her 3-year old tankini is no longer suitable for wearing and decided to go swimsuit shopping the last week before Labor Day, only to find that for some reason there ARE no more swimsuits available for purchase in New York stores in August and she would have to rush order a bikini from Gap, but she made a bad last minute decision on sizing and now has a very expensive black Gap bikini that does not fit at all), the world's biggest kaleidoscope, and tubing adventures down the Esopus River.

I spent my morning creating a driving playlist on J's iPod. Growing up with the sweat and toil of mix tapes, this was the most ridiculously easy thing I've ever done. It is like I spent my whole childhood learning how to use cheesecloth and rolling perfect homemade pasta and someone just handed me a box of Kraft mac and cheese. I can sense now that the "Back in my day" hard luck stories I tell my kids will be riddled with type command computer games, record/pause during commercial VCR disasters, and sad car-heat melted mix tapes. I'm sure they will create their own Mp3 disasters and I will cry empathetic when they lose big reports to crappy computer hard drives, but I think every generation feels the failing of technology in a unique way.

But right now? No tears. Happiness of creating a 4 hour playlist in approximately 20 minutes. lala.

I am off to search K-mart for beach towels and sunscreen. It is also the last frontier of possible cute bathing suits in my size. Happy holiday weekend.

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