There’s a Summer Solstice Festival tonight, to celebrate The Longest Day. I remember attending one several years ago, and I had a sudden pang for the apple stands. They serve juice, cider, sauce, melt-in-your-mouth chips, whole apples, and several other natural, unsweetened apple goods. I want to go just to dance in the moonlight with fireflies twinkling around me.

I don’t think I can convince my husband to go tonight, though. See, he’s mad at me right now. XD His older brother was singing a bad parody of Me Again Margaret, only he was singing it about my husband, and the story was that he was getting perverted phone calls and discovered himself, sexually, at the age of 28. It’s old meme around here. His brother has been singing it for going on six years now. It’s really no big deal. But when he started singing it today, I burst out laughing. Of course my husband failed to see the humor in it. Huh. These are grown men in their 30s and 40s. But I am the immature one? Ok. It was totally worth it, though.

Maybe I’ll go to the Summer Solstice Festival by myself tonight.