A Year To Go

It is ridiculously too late/too early to be sitting on the floor, laptop on lap, typing the events of the past week. 4:08am, to be exact. I actually fell asleep at 9:00 or something this evening because of an awful headache. (I've been getting them a lot lately, and I don't know why. I better start writing my letters again.) But I'm awake, and you are the beneficiaries of my insomnia. (Aren't you glad that talkative friends now have blogs to air grievances and musings? It seems to relieve our need to spew via phone or in person. Not that I'd be calling any of you at this hour without this blog, but you know...)

So, yesterday was my birthday. The big two-nine. Not thinking about that one too much, as I feel I still have another year to wear tube tops and short shorts,

pursue my dreams of becoming a candy raver,

(thank you, Escobedos, for inspiring me google image this for over an hour.)

and finally get those family portraits done that I've been meaning to do for so long.


and my favorite...
the caption to this one was "these kids and their fancy kneeshelves."

Oh, good golly. It's 5:00, and I've not even begun writing what I set out to write. This is proof that an hour can be wasted too easily. If you're interested in further wasting your time, read the exchange on the right column of this link.