Memorial Day was kind of a bust as far as the weather went, wasn’t it? Too bad. Too chilly and damp to have any fun at the lake on Monday, although my girls are crazy and decided it wasn’t too cold to go tubing both Saturday and Sunday. The husband was happy to pull them around (he’s also crazy). They had the entire lake to themselves because no one else had the desire to die from hypothermia over summer’s first holiday weekend. Good grief. With goose bumps, blue lips and chattering teeth, they asked for hot chocolate afterward (uh, hello – who keeps such an ingredient at a summer cottage?) but had to settle for hot showers instead. At least they have a story to tell.