I love summer! For the glorious sunshine and the endless watermelon and the constant excuse to eat as much ice cream as possible. Except for the stormy commutes that remind me that I desperately need some new rain gear, June and I got along just fine.
I spent a whirlwind work trip to Portland tasting plenty of local beer and checking out the Rogue hop farm down near Salem–I think I win at business trips. On the return trip, I even managed to finally unite the ice cream maker my parents “gave” me in November with its mixer base, which has been a long but incredibly boring saga of bouncing around the west coast and never quite making it out here.
(In other news, bringing ice cream to parties makes you the coolest person there. Great way to make new friends.)
I established a weird sort of cred at work this month around my women’s soccer fandom and the World Cup. Our Australian founder, a big soccer (sorry, I mean football) fan, made endless jokes about how he didn’t even know the event existed–but then he also texted me during the utter madness of the final. I’ll go ahead and take credit for that conversion.
I hope your summers are going spectacularly well! Wishing you lots of sunshine, lemonade, and, of course, ice cream.