Aren't fifteen-year-olds the worst? "Can you take me to Doba?" "Can you take me to Dylan's?" "Can you take me to the pool?" "Can you pick me up from football?" I am my son's chauffeur. His friends, who were lucky enough to be born the year before he was, have started helping out with the taking and the picking up and the taking back and the picking up again, but I am still counting down the days to this child's 16th birthday.

The good part about having a non-driver, (other than spending time with the non-driver) is driving through neighborhoods I love. We lived in this area for a decade, and the houses are still as charming as ever. I may have shared one or two of these houses in past posts, but thought you'd appreciate seeing them again as much as I do!

Have you ever seen a pastel pink door? Charming.

My kids think I'm such a creeper driving around with my camera out the window. They are embarrassed of me. I'm so over it. How else am I supposed to share the fun?

Also, it's a good activity for 107 degree days, and we've had our share!