I'm wearing a sweater at the beach.
I know, I know, I'm at the beach and need to shut up about my diamond shoes. But it's just WRONG to need a sweater at the beach in June.
However, I am not really cranky about it because I have mango margaritas.
And a hot boyfriend who said I could post this picture: [link] He's 45. His metabolism really needs to start biting him in his tiny ass.
And Trader Joe's is coming to Utah! Finally! Of course, it's 40 miles away and won't be able to sell liquor. Ah, well.
edit: Teppy, careful, or one day you'll roll over and go "Who the hell are you, fat man!"
My Transit of Venus photos starting here: [link]
I am less cranky because at least one of the three things I put on eBay will sell.
Teppy, careful, or one day you'll roll over and go "Who the hell are you, fat man!"
Heh. The ice cream will NEVER catch up to him!
I'm cranky because it's my natural state. There is white tree fluff all over the place. My neighborhood looks like a set from a Ridley Scott movie. And also? AaaaaTCHOO.
That's a nice boyfriend, Tep. We forgive him for the metabolism, just by right of being pretty.
I'm cranky because I'm hungry. But at least leftover truffle pasta is behing reheated.
I am not cranky because I have tea and pound cake and have been goggling at transit of venus pictures and videos for 2+ hours. So soothing.
I'm not cranky because we're getting more Dallas, and we're getting some originals in it.
I would not have guessed that 25 years ago.
I'm with the cranky crew. Had to cut my karate workout to just 30 minutes instead of an hour. I burnt my shoulders on Sunday and the weight of my gi was just a bit too much for them.
I also want dinner to magically appear.