Back from the sea where I spent a week with husband and parents and sisters and brother and cousins and aunt and uncle in house by the sea. Walked to the beach every day and got burnt into a lovely crisp. Ate ice cream. Lovely.
We didn't do much this weekend. I folded laundry and drank tea in the morning and knitted and drank tea in the evening. We walked the dog and faffed around. It was a lovely day.
Friday, July 1, 2011
I ought to start biking to work. But it's one million degrees. I've got two minibreaks planned and, before you know it, it will be September and then October and then it will be cool enough to ride the La Jolla Cruiser to work.
Photo by me with fancy work camera, when I was suppose to be taking photos of the facilities which I am suppose to be emotionally invested in
In today's crap-qual-cell-phone-picture I am wearing these fantabulous earrings that my gorgeous and talented sister made for me. She used this tutorial from P.S. I Made This. She made mine slightly smaller and lighter than the original posting and I think they are totally rad.
I think today is a good day to read Nora's Stars to myself. Because I would like a plum tree and a turtle and all the stars in my duvet. Maybe a stuffed rabbit too.
Last week we were both under the weather and its rained a lot and I was at work about twice as much as normal and we had my gorgeous friend Nina and her boyfriend to stay. Since Thursday we've been chilling out and working that Netflix membership. Hiding out and and watching movies. Yes please.
I lalalaloved Adam with Hugh Dancy and Rose Byrne. It's a romcom about a young man with Asperger's Syndrome and his upstairs neighbor and it's lovely.
We've also been on kind of a health food kick (Dear Annemarie Colbin: you have ruined my life) so we watched King Corn which was good but just kind of reinforced my confusion about what I should eat. And I don't think I learned anything (given that we've already seen Supersize Me and Food Inc and read the appropriate literature).
This weekend we went to see Super 8 which we really liked. That sort of magical Steven Spielberg brand of Americana is fantabulous.