Oh maaaaan, today I discovered a dog hair INSIDE my camera. Like, wedged in the lenses, impossible to get out. I can’t believe it. I mean, I CAN, certainly, but really? So far it hasn’t interfered with any of the photos but it’s only a matter of time…

One of these years, I’m gonna master winged eyeliner! I must!

Arg, my car is still in the shop. They called me last night and said they didn’t really know what was wrong with it, they had to run some more “diagnostics” for “a couple more hours”. Greeeaaaaat. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: fucking Volkswagen.

At any rate I promised myself that today we would get out of the house and at least walk down to my favorite coffee shack for my favorite icy drink.

And then tomorrow it’s CAMPING CAMPING CAMPING! That’s riiiiight. My husband wants to “backpack” somewhere, which generally means more whining for me, because I’m wimpy and everyone knows that, but since we’re going back to my favorite camping place (you remember, the one we got shot at?) I’m okay. Need to camp.

“Bus Stop” is a catastrophically bad film wherein a machismo rodeo cowboy kidnaps Marilyn, treats her like shit, forces her to marry him, and then at the end she just loses her mind and decides she LOVES HIM. Also: she has a really shitty Southern accent for about 1/2 the film.

However…just look at her.

And isn’t the best part about watching a M.M. movie donning a wig, red lipstick and beauty mark and glamming around the house for a while? Oh, is that just me? Shucks.