Timelies all!

Some of the Sims patches posted upthread made me laugh like a madwoman. Yep, I've hit the Tee-Hee Zone.

It's 95 in the shade. A good day for cross training by swimming.

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It's 95 in the shade.

And yet, I am cold enough that I went outside at 1:30 to warm up. My building really doesn't do air conditioning well.

In further understatement, this morning a bird used my car windshield to kill itself. That was not a good start to the day.

OK, here's the flea house photos:

• kitty
  
• flea family
  
• flea family (I love flea in this one)
  
• Tim and Steph and child

• a stupid sign I saw on my way back

flea family (I love flea in this one)

What a fun picture!

Oh, Lee, I'm sorry about the suicidal bird. I also went to sit in the sun at lunch time because it was too cold inside. Office buildings are weird like that.

None of my devices for telling me how much exercise I am getting seem to be much use in the pool. And I'm not even sure how long the pool is, so I don't know what my 8 (very slow with pauses to rest at each end) lengths ones to in yards or meters. I called the front desk earlier to ask and she said it was "Olympic-sized, I think 25...meters?" So I don't have enormous confidence in that.

Great pictures!

I don't see why pianists can't keep playing detonated pianos. Musician dedication, man.

I would like to be metaphorically patted on my newly coiffed head. I went to get my pre-summer haircut, by the lady who did such an excellent job last time. It is seriously the sketchiest looking salon on the mountain, but lady knows her shit. Fifteen minutes, fifteen dollars, easy peasy. Only she didn't look all that closely at the reference photos this time, because she thought she remembered, and she cut the spiky side too short. I didn't say anything, because, too short. What could she do? Besides, my hair grows fast, so I figured I'd just get it done again, I'd just have to find someone in the midwest. And anyway, she had a couple of people sitting waiting, so I kinda hurried out without looking at it all that closely.

But then I went to buy a bra. Hate. But I found one. It took trying on fourteen. But it fits, is comfortable, and was cheap. So hey, it'll do until I lose this weight. ANYWAY. During all that dressing room mirror self-image fraught bra trying-on, I had a good chance to look at the haircut. And I really didn't like it. But I realized two things. One, the other side really needed to be at a sharper angle too. And two, and most importantly, she also hadn't cut quite on the previous part. So there were some longer short bits still flopped over my head. Which meant that there was room to potentially correct the too-short part.

I waffled, but ultimately vag'd up and went back to ask for an adjustment. She was totally fine, didn't charge of course, and was happy to do it. And I like it so much better now, y'all. I am so proud of myself for going back in and affirming what I wanted. And now I can do less self-image demon feeding!

Gold star, Liese!