I have a confession. I’m not a good summer blogger. (Pick that jaw up off the floor and don’t let that “duh” come out of your mouth, m’kay?)

By the time I get home from the office on weekdays, it’s after 6 o’clock – and the patio, a vodka/limeade, a good book and Mr. Hot are calling my name. On the weekends, in order to make every attempt at getting some sort of exercise, we’ve been tooling around the city on our bikes.

I think I need to start a new series here – something to get me writing again with some regularity. Scenes from Chicago bike rides? The crazy people I see on my street?

I’m working on it. But, in the meantime:

• Spending the 4th at Wrigley Stadium. Unfortunately, the Cubs lost.
• Ribs cooking in the slow cooker – I’m drooling on my keyboard here.
• Today’s the last day I’ll have to listen to the vuvuzelas on television. Right???
• Going to the beach yesterday. It’s only 15 minutes by bike.
• Shortman returning safely from Michigan after spending 4 days with his girlfriend’s family.

—- He drove himself there and back. I hyperventilated the whole time he was gone. I’m still not sure if it was because he had the new car or because THERE’S.A.GIRLFRIEND. —-

Wrigley Field, July 4th, 2010. Cubs 3, Reds 14.