It's that time of year again: We got our first sunburns a few weekends back. We planted the summer garden. We emptied the shed of the summer furniture. And we've already had a few BBQs.
But we *really* know it's summer (despite the fact that it's raining today), because this weekend, we finished the one summer ritual that never fails to materialize:
We know we can finally welcome in summer when E, the great wasp warrior, sprays liquid death upon the nest that they build *every year* right at our front door.
Also, yes, we finally admitted that we *have* to get a new roof. (We are hopeful it will proceed on a slightly faster schedule than the bathroom remodel.)