Oh, lovers, what a summer it’s been. It is still far from over, thanks heavens (29 days until I lug my butt back over to Savannah), but I figured it was about time for some MoBz UpZ, if you know what I mean, string bean.
Here, fair Tamara and I are at the hat stand at the Santa Monica Flea Market. The whole day went smashingly, but I particularly liked this booth because when we posed for the picture, the man at the booth said about me, “Whoooo-weee, she got a stoooone cooooold face. Oh, dat’s cold!” I’ve never been so honored in my life.
Here we are at about 8:40 on a Monday morning as I get ready for work. I had gotten completely dressed and I was headed on over the bathroom to puts on ma herrs and maykup when I saw this staring back at me. Ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when Julia takes a shower at night and is too lazy to take the extra 10 minutes to blow dry her hair before she goes to bed. 100% natural. Oh yeah, baby.
Here is the start to the greatest game of Ghetto Scrabble ever played in Arrowhead. When the first two words played are “Yo” and “Dog” you know you’re in for a classy game.
Happy birthday, Maggie!!!! Dinner at the Cannery for Magner’s big 1-9. Ate my weight in seafood and creme brulee.
Goodness me, I do love summer.