The Eighty-Second Day

The Prendie girls on the night out on the town in Philly.

Look at Cait, trying to sneak in there.

The Eighty-First Day

Heros in a half shell...we likened ourselves to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for some reason. There must have been a reason....

For the record, before I knew that I was seeing Lizzie today, I had a dream that she was pregnant with - perhaps - this boy named Glenn's baby (though she wouldn't confirm anything in the dream). And she was wearing an either blue or purple dress. I'm just saying.

The Eightieth Day

Katie and Bet-Z and (my favorite) Wawa. Three of the Wonders of the World.

The Seventy-Ninth Day

This rock has been sitting there since January 20th. No lie. (The "there" being the bottom of our steps of our back deck.)

The Seventy-Eighth Day

Pretty.

So I had two pictures for today. But Christina helped me decide that things you find in seniors' homes aren't always appropriate, you know. The caption for that would be "Dirty." But if you'd like to see it, hey, just let me know.

The Seventy-Seventh Day

I like when cars have stuffs to read on the backs of them.

(I also like that my 77th day comes on 07.07.)

The Seventy-Sixth Day

So every once in awhile 54th and City Ave would be completely dead. You could cross on a green light, no problem. And it would totally freak me out. So the same thing happened tonight here in DC. This intersection is usually packed - and I mean packed - with cars. The absence of all these cars gave me goosebumps. Almost.

The Seventy-Fifth Day

Liv and I reenacted this scene today:

[Rory boards the bus and looks at Jess through the window.]
JESS: Why did you come here?
[Rory opens the window.]
RORY: What?
JESS: I said, why did you come here?
RORY: Well -
JESS: I mean, you ditched school and everything. That's so not you. Why'd you do it?
RORY: Because you didn't say goodbye.
JESS: Oh. Bye, Rory.
RORY: Bye, Jess.

(Liv gets two days in a row cos I know she looks at this. Plus, she's pretty. And in case you were wondering, that is not the same shirt as yesterday, oh no. Don't be fooled.)

The Seventy-Fourth Day

I love this picture. But if you want to see a cool fireworks shot, you can just go here.

The Seventy-Third Day

I'm not a creep. Olivia made me do it.

But really. It's not like you see hair that long every day.

The Seventy-Second Day

My group helped a nice, spunky woman move today - from the third floor of her apartment building to the first. I like how all her boxes have a cereal theme.

The Seventy-First Day

Another close up of my hand. I pinched my thumb with hand clipper things last week. Kinda looks like that part of my thumb died.