Bad blogger! Erin has distracted me with Twitter, see the sidebar, but that was just today really. I've really been busy with Holly Housewife activities (shorthand for cleaning my bathroom, but when I say it that way, doesn't it make me sound sooo oppressed?) and going to the beach. And now I am spending my time examining my truly weird sunburn.
(Spots where I am sunburned: back of my left ankle; perfect circle around my waist where my tankini [ugh, can't we think of something else to call it, I hate that word!] slipped up; left hip bone area; area where I had a watch tan-line, but now it's sunburned so it looks like I am wearing a watch of PAIN.)
Also, how come work sucks so bad when you take, like, one day off? I have a deep sense of foreboding regarding my upcoming week-long vacay to the Southland...
I have pictures, but the computer is acting diva-ish!
P.S. - On the boardwalk I saw a pair of ladyunderwears for sale that had this printed across the ass: "I don't have my cherry but I have the box it came in." The kids grow up so fast nowadays!