But Summer, We Were So Good Together

Have you ever thrown something in the trash at night so you wouldn't eat it and then dug it out the next morning?
Me neither.
The picture above is from Isle of Palms, a small beach community near Charleston, South Carolina. This is also where you will find seven million dollar homes along the beach and where a scene takes place in my winter release Save the Date. When that book hits the shelves, summer will be a distant memory, and I'll pull out my beach pics and have warm fuzzy summer thoughts. Because I have had one fabulous June, July, and August.
This summer I:
1. Painted the interior of my house
2. Painted some more
3. Took classes for school
4. Took more classes for school
5. Went to Charleston, SC
6. Frollicked on the beach
7. Did not get a sunburn
8. Almost died of Hot Historical Homes Without Air Conditioning Syndrome
9. Drank ridiculous amounts of iced tea (no sugar, if you please)
10. Worked on a book
11. Worked on a book some more
12. Went to Savannah, GA
13. Saw historical homes that DID have air conditioning
14. Coerced my family into going on a Savannah ghost tour
15. Got rained on during said ghost tour
16. Got attacked by a rogue militant band of mosquitoes on tour…though no one else did. Spooky? No, just itchy.
17. Stayed on Tybee Island
18. Frollicked on the beach
19. Did not get a sunburn
20. Did not get stung by freak amount of jelly fish
21. Ate at Paula Deen's
22. Missed seeing Paula by a millisecond
23. Ate so much Southern food, my arteries are Kentucky fried
24. Read some books
25. Went to Kansas City
26. Ate a piece of cheesecake big enough to satisfy Goliath and his entire inbred family.
27. Realized I've been using the wrong form of inbred all my life and reflected how this will change many a lesson plan
28. Saw a concert
29. Had a great time with my mom and family
30. Got to August 9th, my last day of vacation, commemorated this Monday with a breakfast of cold fajitas and Fruit Loops.
31. Pulled out my teacher's hat, dusted it off, and hugged summer goodbye.
What about you? If your summer was a list, what would it say?