Hi! It's 5:11 a.m. and I'm up! I got another hideous migraine yesterday, which resulted in me going to bed at 5 p.m. Nice. S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y...NIGHT!
I went to the farmers market with my friend The Other June yesterday and got me 8 hundred thousand strawberries.
It's the one remotely healthy food I like.
We stayed and looked at just everything, and I bought three hanging plants for $25 for my front porchal area. By the way, this is some random kid who I thought was cute. The Other June is not between 18 months and 10 years old.
Afterwards, the adult Other June and I went to a yard sale in my neighborhood, where I bought this secretary for a scandalously low price.
I just have to clean it up a little and paint it white (KIDDING!) it'll be good as new. I'm hoping it'll call me "Chief" like Miss Jane on the Beverly Hillbillies. She was an excellent secretary. And let's talk about that stupid floor. Why did I think painting the concrete would be a good idea? I am so getting a rug for this room.
Anyway.
After all that adventure, Roger and I got in the car, a thing he loves to do, and headed over to his Aunt Laurie's because she wanted to take pictures of him. He was...not what you'd call a cooperative model. However, here are some photos she managed to get.
file away as xperynsse rodgdger not wish to repeet.
dis what i think of yer foto sesh, mom.
I have to say I look relatively perky, given my migraine was already past a 5 and headed into the 8s pretty fast. When I left Laurie's I went to bed for the night. While she clearly toiled at developing film.
See. I just like to say stuff like that to irk her. She was in the darkroom with her chemicals and one of those tong things till dawn's early light.
Don't you wish I had Laurie's mad photo skillz? Or even, you know, half of them? Her photo ski? Or her photo llz?
Anyway, that was my Saturday, and now the birds are singing and it is Sunday at 5:37 a.m. I have no idea how Ima kill time until the rest of the world is up. Maybe I'll coffee dial all y'all.