Last week was Rain City Rock Camp for Girls, which was super fun as usual. In previous years, I served as a camp counselor, but this year I switched things up a bit and acted as a band coach. (Counselors stay with the girls all day and help them get to all the places they need to be at; band coaches work with the bands to help them write their songs.) My band's name was Toxic City. They were nine. And they rocked. Their song was a dark little number about toxic angels, voodoo, dinosaurs, and goldfish. It's one of my favorite weeks of the year.
I don't have any pictures of the girls (we like to protect their privacy) but my house is looking especially cute, so I'll post a picture of that. Ah, summer time. (I am thinking about sewing. Really I am.)