2 summer dresses aquired at Target 200% success

Cat -- still napping, slight complaint that I dsturbed his sleep.

Love summer dresses on sale, beth. SCORE.

Well, the apartment is as clean as it's going to get, which is... not particularly clean. Oh, well.

But the Mets were on fire today! And that's all that matters!

No shredding junk mail.

Instead, I am going to put acorn squashes in the oven to bake so that I can turn their guts into enchiladas. And I will shower while they bake.

Home from the niece's wedding. Yes, the 19-year-old one who is marrying a 25-year-old and living at his parents' since neither of them have jobs. The good signs: the wedding service was lovely and heartfelt, grooms' family seemed to enjoy themselves, the bride is not pregnant as some thought when the wedding was planned in six weeks, and all toasts were funny and sweet. The bad signs: many of the groom's family were missing teeth and a couple of them came to the event in t-shirts and shorts (I mean, how can a 50-year-old think a shirt emblazoned "Your pain is my pleasure" is right for a wedding?), the bride was saying right up to the wedding that she might not marry the groom if he acted like a jerk (which seems to mean not doing what she wants right when she wants him to), the bride's parents not only paid for the wedding and rehearsal dinner, they also helped he groom buy a truck so he could try to find work.

Lovely to see family, though and we are all pulling for the couple to succeed, even if expectations are a bit low.

Oh dear. Twilight tattoos. [link]

The 1940's were about the only time we totally got it right.

Ooh, but there's some lovely couture 1950s stuff, too.

Ditto and Ditto.

And meara, I remembered Georgetown as being preppy; it was just the sheer time warpedness of it that threw me like whoa. Like I said, it was like flashing back to my freshman year in college.

Today's sartorial disaster involved the male tourist-- late thirties, tall, thin, wearing running shorts, nice Nikes, and black socks. Of course he also had a backpack.

In the non-sartorial odd tourist news, we happened to get behind this guy in the Lincoln exhibit who was videotaping every. damned. thing and quietly reciting the text marking each piece. I mean, dude-- there are books and DVDs for that shit. Otherwise, it's gonna be a LONG ass day.

Okay, at first I was going to laugh at the juxtaposition here:

and we are all pulling for the couple to succeed, even if expectations are a bit low.

Oh dear. Twilight tattoos.

But then, I saw this. And I am just in it for the lulz now.

Sleep accomplished- 150%

Cleaning accomplished- .05%

Sophia's day is my day, though I have done less cleaning. Massive gronk.

I really enjoyed Harper's Ferry. TV shows with limited runs are a good idea!

Cats watching cats on the internet. Humans are in trouble.

I need to put the kitchen sink together. Don't feel like. It isn't even hard...

I also have left over rice that I want to turn into rice pudding, yet nothing is happening....