It's getting on towards that point in summer when all I want is a shady spot, a cozy blanket, a good book...and, of course, some delicious food that fits neatly into a picnic basket (not that I actually own one, but hey, one can dream).
Whenever I visit Hawaii, I end up eating my face off. I’ve come to embrace the fact that I’ll always end up leaving the island a few pounds heavier. Le sigh.
Yesterday I had a meeting to which I had to bring a bunch of documentation that was important enough that I didn't want to do what I usually do with papers: stuff them into my slouchy purse, where they end up alternately crumpled/ink-stained/lip gloss-adorned.
But all the lights, cameras, action and what-have-you paled in comparison to the single most exciting thing that happened yesterday. What would that be?
Kendrick and I are playing around on YouTube a bit before heading out to the dog park, and he just showed me this. This is one of my favorite songs ever, being covered by one of Kendrick's favorite bands ever...and it's just completely amazing. It's like the angels of teenage desire and awkwardness all alight in one moment of perfect catharsis and joy.
