Flamingos Out

Every August, I (now we) put flamingos in the front lawn as a celebration of the last month of summer. After leaving the house this morning, I realized it was August 1st. I fired off a 7 a.m. request to The Mister, asking him to put our flamingos out. He responded minutes later with a photo of these lovies on our lawn. And that is just one of the many reasons why we are married. He gets me. I love him. [I started this post on 8/1 even though the post date is 8/3. It's been a long week.]