Yesterday was really cute, besides the fact that Michael P. was home and we couldn’t go swimming in Sam’s pool.
I really need an ice cream maker. I REALLY NEED ONE.
Destiny is coming over to play in a little. I’m thinking beach, eating fruit, and running amok in Port Jefferson.
The Wet Paint Festival [a few days where local artists set up their easels in the Three Village area, paint “live” for audiences, and then auction it off] is today and tomorrow. Joe is painting at the Old Field club until 4, so stop by and make fun of him or something.
