What's that saying? The road to hell is paved with good intentions?
Yesterday we intended on taking the boys to see the fireworks. For the first time ever.
And I intended on barbequeing a huge meal.
But Mother Nature had a completely different idea.
So we rolled with it.
Which? I'm actually not so good with that.
But the boys had a blast.
Of course, it cleared up to a beautiful, cool evening. And the children completely passed out before we could even discuss seeing the fireworks.
Oh well. Next year, perhaps.