The first hot night of the summer, and it's almost September. Peter and I walked down to Geo. Kaye's for the first time ever. It's a dive bar four blocks from our house that is so much better than the dive bar one block from our house.I had a small beer, and the jukebox had Tina Turner.
I did a craft show yesterday; I will state only that I forgot a chair and was pretty squirmy and cranky all day, but this picture makes me look like I was having the best day of my life, while also appearing slightly chagrined. Which I was. I also airbrushed out the extreme case of adult acne that is exploding all over the lower half of my face and basically ruining everything for me; thank you, Picnik!
It's trash night. People come around to take the cans and bottles out of everyone's bins; sometimes they even have cars. But mostly you can hear shopping carts rattling down the street and the clinking of glass all night. They just got ours. I'm going to call it a night.