You know it, I know it; everybody knows it.
These are the Dog Days of Summer and it is the most magical time of the year and I don't want to hear a peep out of any of Santa's elves -- it's true.
It is pure gloriousness.
And also? It is pure let's-see-what's-on-the-phone time of the year because who has time to think?
Because let's face it. If you're working hard in August, you're either a brain surgeon or you're an over-achiever.
And I am neither.
There has been a lot of beach-going . . .
(and pretend you can see Ledgie behind Mistah's head) . . .