that timely morsel of Spanish

 We had a pretty solid weekend, despite the OMG WILL IT EVER STOP RAINING THIS SUMMER weather.

No, but seriously. This is the least Georgia-like summer I have ever experienced. It rains ALL OF THE TIME. Every single day. And it's barely even hot. At least it's still super humid. Otherwise I might think we had actually all been transported to some weird alterna-universe or something. The humidity is the only thing normal and comforting about the weather so far. But anyway.

We kicked off Saturday morning with a couple hours of athleticism. I was so pumped about my outfit that I took a picture. I was going to get you to guess what sport I was participating in (based on the clues from my sports fashion post), but then I realized that I very un-subtly included a couple big ol' clues in the picture. So basically, if you can't guess what sport I was playing, I will have to declare that you are Not Smart.

 My game was crap, but at least I looked legit, right? I think I trick people at the tennis court. "She looks like a contender. Look at her smart outfit! She must be really goo--OH GOD LOOK AT HER TRYING TO SERVE!!!!! THE HORROR!!!!" It's pretty great. Not.

We've been playing tennis at a covered court, which is convenient since it typically rains about 80% of the time. Despite the relatively cool weather, we still get pretty hot and sweaty running around, so we decided to keep our pre-planned pool date with our friend Kristin afterwards.

It was around this time (noonish, on a Saturday in July) that the un-Georgia-ness of the weather really hit me. I was shivering in my bathing suit. There were chill bumps involved. It was ridiculous. But even though it wasn't hot (and barely warm), we still enjoyed a few hours of reading, relaxing, and good conversation. And floating...which was surprisingly non-miserable, since the water was warmer than the air.

  
I've been reading Peace Like a River for several weeks. It is SO GOOD...the writing is absolutely beautiful, and the story is excellent. But for some reason I'm reading it really slowly. This is very unlike me-- normally I DEVOUR books, even crappy ones. They last me like...a day. Two, tops. When I start a book, I just don't stop reading until it's done. So I've never had a book like this where I'm content to read a few pages and put it down. Pick it back up a day or two later, read for half an hour, put it down. Normally I would only do this if it were a book I really wasn't enjoying, and eventually I'd quit trying, but that's really not the case here. I love it. So I have no good explanation. But I seriously find myself getting obsessed with random sentences every few chapters or so...Leif Enger is obviously a poet at heart. But this particular sentence I read at the pool wasn't especially poetic, but it was super funny and true and I've been stuck on it all weekend.

 ...nothing expressing contempt like a timely morsel of Spanish. THAT. That is genius. And true. And if I ever write a book, I want to write amazing sentences like that.

Now that I've probably 90% blown your mind with literature, I'm going to finish off the last 10% with something else rather amazing I came upon this weekend. A sign in a store window:

And...yes, you read it right. This was a sign in the window of a Brazilian Wax store. Sooooo...yeah. Matt's thinking about applying...in addition to earning some extra fun money, can you imagine how good that would look on his resume? Exactly. Happy Monday, peeps. And if you're not satisfied in your current career...there's always this. Ay yi yi.