Summer means more when you're a kid. Or a teacher. Or a School Media Specialist. Damn those School Media Specialists.
This year we're taking it back.
I've got a broken foot, and my partner in crime is getting OLD (it's her last summer before turning 30), but we wont let that stop us!
We're making a list and checking it twice. New experiences (karaoke?), things we've put off (tattoo??), stuff we'd normally be too busy or tired to do (picnics!). I'm sure we'll pick up more recruits once people realize how much fun (pain, humiliation, bug bites) we're having.
About the name: we stole it from a 2009 YA book by Brent Hartinger, who will sue us for sure.