
Nobody ever plays on the tire swing anymore. And my youngest didn't trick or treat this year. I'm going to go cry now.
A photo (or more) a day from me/from Maine. Because it's both. I took the photo, and I'm in Maine. Although sometimes I leave the state, so the photo might not be from Maine. But it's still from me.




It was so congested I couldn't get anywhere near the start line, where I might have caught a glimpse of Patrick Dempsey, but I was there to support my very own McDreamy:
That was gross, huh? I think I made myself sick.