
Hair, post-highlights. Admittedly I am a little disappointed–they are extremely subtle and really only seem to show up around my hairline. I got “partials”. Maybe I should have gone for the full-on. Shit, now I’ll have to wait another year. And 150 bucks! Jesus! I wish I had a hairdresser friend.

Oh my God, I am so sick of every thriller writer in the world right now. I’ve read all the Koontz, King, Kellerman, Deaver, White, Sandford, and for God’s sake NO MORE PATTERSON*. Help Mumma. Who else is good?

I sent away for some fake tattoos and had this sucker on my wrist for a couple of days, until it started looking raggedy and I scrubbed it off with the dish sponge. The Boy is anti-butterfly. Hell, maybe I should just get grapes and get it over with already.

C.d. case made by the Boy’s sister a million years ago. She’s such a creative little thing. She has a real eye for color.

At Dairy Queen you can get dog cones for free. Maggie always snarfs hers down in the car but Bear Cub won’t eat in the car because she’s too paralyzed with fear so I always give hers to her at home. Here she is holding the cone between her paws and licking out the ice cream, OH MY GOD the cuteness is overwhelming. Yes, I am gay for my dogs, you hear? GAY.
Ha ha, our barbecue is tonight and it’s raining right now. This doesn’t worry me, because 90% of the time in Seattle the day starts out gray and shitty and you’re cursing your outdoor plans and then around 3 it clears, the sun comes out, serotonin levels soar and everyone is happy. I made myself a snappy little obnoxious dress to wear yesterday, then decorated it with sequins. Photos to come!
* It was the overuse of italics that ruined Patterson for me. Not to mention, let’s face it–he really isn’t that great of a writer. There, I said it! And I’m not sorry!