I am having trouble uploading pictures, so I will try doing more posts with fewer pictures.
Last week was our annual fundraising day. I gave out 200 stickers to people who contributed, which means I must have said "collaborate against cancer?" 1000 times. It was interesting and not nearly as embarrassing as I expected. You find yourself putting people in boxes, as to whether you think they will give you money or not. But you never can tell. The businessman in the suit might or might not give you money. The girl with the tattoos and piercings might or might not give you money. I had to make myself ask everyone.
Now is the season for end-of-school parties. Tristan had one with the boys in his class. The neighbor is having one in the backyard right now. He is the same age as Tristan, but it is a co-ed party with girls in bikinis. Tristan's friend's house was gorgeous: a brand new, modern white gigantic house on a hilltop. But I think I would die of anxiety with two-year-old twins and an infinity pool. 
We are all ready for school to be out, but in a good way.
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