s anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

Very tempted, but I don't really have the space, either.

I win at Buffista clumsiness. I was walking the dog after work, like I do most days. I am, therefore, used to walking him. Instead of a collar, we use a Halti on him when we walk him, and he's not thrilled about it. He often stops and puts his head down and paws at the Halti to get it off his nose. Again, I am used to this.

I got 4 houses away today when Kato did the paw-at-the-Halti maneuver. I was either walking too close to him, or possibly there was a massive earthquake. I vote earthquake. But I tripped straight over him and hit the sidewalk HARD. I caught myself on my left hand, so my wrist hurts like a motherfucker, I have a huge cut on my arm above my elbow, and I have scrapes on my hand and knee that are already bruising.

None of this is going to feel good in the salty ocean. Assuming the ocean isn't on fire.

The one funny part is that, when I hit the ground and just lay there stunned for a few seconds, Kato, instead of running away (or running for help like Lassie would have), just cocked his head at me for a moment and then lay down across from me, like, "Oh, so *this* is what we're doing now? We're hanging out here? Right on."

In conclusion, 40 HURTS.

t edit Also, I checked to make sure no one saw. I can't say for 100% that no one saw from their house, but at least no one was outside, which is amazing, since we live on Walk-Your-Dog Avenue.

I was just about to mock you for tripping over your dog, but I just missed falling out of my chair trying to close the back door. I did manage to painfully bang my hand and shoulder in mid thought-mock, so clearly some instant karma on the loose.

Oh, Tep. No, no, no.

Do we need to send you and Barb bubble wrap? The ocean water may sting, but salt water is pretty healing...

Have you heard anything about the wildfire situation?

ION, I made BLT's with fresh summer toms. NOM NOM NOM. And new Burn Notice tonight! And I think new Leverage begins Sunday. Woo summer TV! I had to DVR them this winter, so I am looking forward to some TV watching dates with Dan. I'm still behind on SPN, that's how much TV I haven't had time to watch...

Ouch, Steph! I know I don't have to tell you to pound ibuprofen. I hope the pain doesn't do that mean-spirited linger-y thing.

X-Post with Tech:

So, I just had my college commencement (finally!) last month. I was planning to send photos out with my thank you cards (especially to relatives I haven't seen in years), but I have a truly horrifying amount of chin(s) in Every.Single.Shot. I thought I'd try to get them "adjusted" before printing, but from the prices, you'd think the nice folks at Ritz Camera thought I wanted them to actually remove the excess from my person, not just the photos.

So, that was a lot of backstory to say - can anybody recommend a not overly pricey photomanip software program? (Or is anybody who's already using one at home looking for photos to practice on? They're humdingers. For serious).

How much were they asking, Epic? Do you just want a couple of photos done?

I feel your pain -- I am not interested in plastic surgery one tiny bit...but the one thing I would ever do if I got over my fear of needles and pain is get my chin(s) lipo. I interpreted my mom's chins and I have no fucking jawline. My face melts right into my neck, and I hate it.

Some women complain that weight goes right to their ass -- I would take extra ass fat if it would just stay off my goddamn face.

Some women complain that weight goes right to their ass -- I would take extra ass fat if it would just stay off my goddamn face.

OMFG - preach it my Sister! My weight fluctuates with activity level, but my GD face Just.Stays.Fat.

The guy I talked to said something like 30-50 per photo. And since I'd need to do a few photos (one with Mom & Bro for one side of the family, one with Dad & Stepmother for sections of the other side of the family, one with Mom & Dad...etc.) that was a big nuh-uh.

Ouch! Bad 40!

The ocean is nicely filled with heal-y saline solution but it might hurt a little too.

Kato, instead of running away (or running for help like Lassie would have), just cocked his head at me for a moment and then lay down across from me, like, "Oh, so *this* is what we're doing now? We're hanging out here? Right on."

Oh, Kato.

Ouch, Teppy. I blame gravity waves. Time for another handful of ibuprofen. You might want to wrap that wrist, too.

Have you heard anything about the wildfire situation?

It's pretty fucking big, like 20,000 acres, and not contained. And Tim's family is being really REALLY blase about it. The area we're going to is under voluntary evacuations. That doesn't exactly sound like "Come on down and have your vacation!"

Still, the plan is to leave tomorrow morning, so I am going to go pack. Unless I trip over the dog.