It's eerily quiet here this week with the girls off to camp. When Gary got home from work last night we sat on the couch and watched an annoying show on TV because we couldn't figure out what to do with ourselves. Where was all the commotion – the girls and their friends crashing the kitchen for snacks, clamoring out the back door to go jump on the trampoline or blasting Justin Bieber in their rooms?
We discussed the option of finally looking over our life insurance plan, which has been on our "to do" list for something like an entire year, but then we thought that sounded boring. So we watched the dumb show and then went to bed. It was hotter than heck in our room. I crocheted a bit on a blanket I'm making for Emma until it finally cooled off enough to sleep, sometime close to 1 a.m.
I popped into a local bookstore today, browsed a bit and ended up bringing home this book. Have you read it? If so, I'd love to hear your thoughts. It's a more modern take on Jane Eyre, which is on my list of favorite books, so I'm looking forward to seeing what the author does with the story.