Because of my long weekend, it really doesn’t feel like Thursday yet. But I’m not going to object when tomorrow afternoon is Friday.

Three beautiful things from the last week:

1. We unexpectedly accompanied Sarah and Megan to the ballgame last week. Because it was a Friday, fireworks lit up the sky over right field at the conclusion of the game — and because we stayed, we got to hang out with Michael and Julia for a while as we waited for public transportation. (Rudi has an amazing shot of the fireworks here.)

2. Dad makes my virgin strawberry daiquiri first and then adds rum to fix everyone else’s. It is sweet and pink and creamy and perfect on a hot afternoon.

3. My folks and Gramma assure me that Crannie was even smaller when they brought her home six weeks ago. I’m sure it’s true, but she’s still plenty small and adorable and full of puppy exuberance.

(Crannie was fixed last week and was a little too excited for her stitches to come out, so she was stuck with the lampshade on her head for the weekend. I don’t want anyone thinking I took pictures of her when she was drunk.)