I'm Alive. Barely.

Y'all, summer is kicking my butt.

It's so hot.

Allstars practice is killing me.

My laundry is piled sky high.

I have yet to do thank you notes for Anderson's birthday.

Or blog about it.

Or post pictures.

I promise, I'm trying.

Just bear with me.

One more week of baseball and my life (and sanity) might just return.