Constructive

It has been a whole month since I've posted. A lot has happened in that month, including a Jaimie's visit, reading Harry Potter, and taking an eight month old (and my mother) to Pennsic. Boy do I have some pictures to show you.

Pennsic was over a week and a half ago, Jaimie and Eddie left yesterday, and today I finally finished (and savored oh. so. deliciously.) the last chapter in HP. I feel like I'm kind of bobbing to the surface for breath after swimming a long way. Through seaweed. Like some sort of porpoise, maybe?

After finishing HP this afternoon, I was having a hard time deciding what to do with myself. It was too dreary for the park, or for doing anything that required being cheerfull. So I spent a very constructive hour sorting through my underwear drawer. Here's a picture of Wendy helping me decide which lacey panties, matching bras, and other vestiges of my youth I could probably do without. She disapproves of my professed need for seven black thongs. The whole ordeal turned out more stressful than constructive, so I went to the store and bought myself some pop tarts, chai tea and expensive cookies.

And ate them.

The end.
(more pics to follow soon.)