what it means about my mental age when Morrissey is coming to Boston, and playing right by "our" Italian restaurant, on a Saturday night, and i kinda sorta don't want to be bothered going.......? and i LOVE Morrissey and he's on the list of people who cannot die till i've seen him in the flesh. i know we will HAVE to go: it would be wrong not to. but still, concerts are just soooooooo much work ;)
loving
the army store by our house. happy Danny = happy me.
working out
to Saturday Night Fever this week. i am SO OVER Embarrassing Bodies - those English shows don't blur anything, you know, and it's really hard to shield what you're watching when your friendly neighbor comes and works out next to you and there's a big hemorrhoidy butt on your screen. i swear i am NOT watching porn! and anyway, this is NOT porn!!
dying
for my dress to get here from Garnet Hill. it's like THE perfect Cape Cod sundress. i have checked my UPS tracking number 10,000 times today :| it just says 'label created' :(
still working
on that blurb book. i'm on page 80 and only up to September 2012. omg there is a whoooole lot of life to journal in those last 40 pages........
our favorite Ocean State Job Lots is closing.... so we took one last picture of it
reading "how to speak dog" to the dogs :)
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