raybear | You oughta know by now how much I love you

Several weeks ago

unscrambled and I made a weekend beach date for this past Saturday. When it came time, I didn't really want to be at the beach, plus the weather was more grey and muted, but still, I decided I'm going to wear a Summer Outfit. So I busted out my green/yellow seersucker pants (which I rolled up to my calves), a white button down short sleeve (mormon) shirt, and sleazy gold sunglasses I first purchased to be Gregg Allman for halloween one year. We walked up to Moody's pub and ate giant burgers and drank a gallon of adult fruit punch. When I showed up later that night to Liza's house, her first words before hello were "you look like you're going to a garden party.....where Peabo Bryson is playing." Yeah, that's about right.

Today, after the usual business of e-mails and writing and whatnot, I did a ritual baptism; fussed with some essential oils in practice, research, and ordering online; folded and put away all the laundry; and danced in my underwear to all the George Benson I have downloaded on my computer. Its supposed to be hot and muggy all week, so I predict there might be other days like this where I don't stray too far from the air conditioned rooms in the house and engage in bizarre behavior. Except tomorrow I have an 8 am appointment to finish this root canal that got started months ago. I'm not too thrilled about it, but then again, who gets excited by a root canal? Except maybe the dentist. Ok, I will attend to make the dentist happy.

This morning I had leftover frozen pizza for my second breakfast (or early lunch, depending) and thought maybe the reason frozen pizza instructions always insist that pizza "must be cooked entirely before eating", is because some person who loves cold pizza thought maybe they could skip some steps and just slightly heat up a frozen pizza. Cause that's one of those ideas that's sort of both genius and ridiculous.