Also not a current photo. It IS mud season here in the northeast. But you'll see why I picked heart shaped flowers further down this post.

I'm trying to figure out how to make a big scoop of maple cream a legitimate lunch. (I ran out of the flax waffles - which I originally bought for Ethan and Zack. They rejected them with a look of horror on their faces. Children.)

While I find a suitable maple cream conduit, can you tell me if you know ANY nice single men on Cape Cod. I am searching desperately.

Not for me. Mom.

For my sister Hilary. She is threatening to move off the Cape if a living breathing single male isn't located soon. Apparently they are as rare as albino star fish.

Help.

I really don't want her to move. There is no better combination than Cape Cod and a family member to stay with. (A happily married family member apparently.)

Have you heard that Cold Play song, "Strawberry Swing"? I think they should play it at their wedding. On the beach. In September. Gentle breezes. Gentle sun. Happy children.

P.S. I'm not kidding, know a guy who is also looking in Cape Cod? Hilary is much nicer, prettier, younger (37) and more fun than me and she has long blond hair that acts like a stun gun on men (it was really annoying when we were in St. John how men kept keeling over when they saw her hair. Men.)