All in all, a good and generous haul. Olivia and I tortured each other by talking about omlettes and potatoes and corn dogs the entire time.

I only had to pee once, and avoided the porta-pottys by waiting til we got to the park restrooms. I had been plotting a way to scamper into the bushes, but this ended up being far better.

My new nail polish looks just like boysenberry yogurt. Not sure if I am okay with it yet.

Sasha the cat was being a total freak last night, which he capped off by laying across Brian’s pillow and taking a niiiiice long bath, until he was deposited to the floor. We have decided that the cats need to be prevented from sleeping in the evenings and will instead be exercised vigorously.

We have so much cake in our fridge right now. What to doooo!!