Bring out the Beach Boys--Summertime is here

My brain is still full of one of those spousal anger dreams (where your spouse does something horrifying and out of character, and you wake up breathing heavy and totally pissed), so I have nothing coherent to say, but here are some photos of summer for you to enjoy.

Barbies on Parade

Hannah has put up a Barbie fashion show over on her blog. Eighty percent of the text is verbatim per her dictation. I even managed to leave out all the snarky comments in my head.

Enjoy.

And this is the view from the other side of the room. (It's a church.) 

Sorry so dim, but this is the view from my 9 am class. (In case you can't tell, it's a castle, only partially ruined, and on the other side from here.) Darn early-morning sun. 

The Mailbox

Dear Lady with the pre-distressed jeans,

I’d ask for your money back if I were you, because they missed a spot. Or rather, two long, dark-blue stripes running down the inside of your legs. I don’t think wetting yourself is the look you should be going for.

Sincerely,
Nee

Dear Guy pushing the bike,

Yes, you look like Wolverine at 80, but that’s no excuse for running around town half-nekkid. Put your shirt back on.

Best,
Nee

Dear Nee,

How many times do we have to go over this? You are not allowed to touch sharp objects. Ever. Also, trying to thin out your mustache with a razor is a *bad idea* (see above re: sharp things). Just buy yourself some safety scissors, lay in a supply of Neet or hair bleach, and buy all your groceries pre-chopped and pre-shredded.

Love,
The gaping wound on your thumb and the shaved-off copiously bleeding pimple by your lip

I've heard of polyploidy strawberries, but this one makes me not want to drink the water in Bruchsal, if I should ever travel there. The rest of the strawberries in that batch were delicious. Is that a growth on my arm? 

Pimpin' Like It's 1999

No new content, but just wanted to point out that I have new stuff up at Flickr and my writing blog and Hannah's ad blog.