around Memorial Day, my business partner and I decided to change our work schedules. Instead of splitting each week down the middle—one of us working Monday and Tuesday and the other working Thursday and Friday with half days on Wednesdays—why not alternate weeks instead? One of us works one week, the other works the next. And so began my summer of endless vacation. Yes, I say this half complaining. I don't expect any sympathy, but one thing that's not easy to do when you have every other week off and a love for the beach is to write. And so here it is one week from Labor Day and I find myself without any summer blog entries longing for two things: a regular writing schedule and a new pair of kickass jeans. I really love jeans.