I've been busy napping, lunching and doing my nails.
hahahah.
I've been busy slaving at the restaurant, working on projects for my BS in Interior Design, and doing my nails in bed so I can afford to waste the time holding still to dry them.
However busy, I still have things I want to share and babble about that are just a little much for Facebook. I mean, nowadays with all the political banter going back and forth, if you write something that's more than a sentence, nobody cares. In fact, I'll probably share this a a link on Facebook, and nobody will care. I happen to enjoy writing sentences. See below.
carrying on.
It's the end of summer, and I still haven't had a vacation. Well, I guess that's not true, I've grabbed a few days here and there, but generally, no block of respite. I'm looking forward to taking a nice fall vacation when the kiddies are all back on a non-sugar rushed schedule and in bed by 9pm.
One block of these aforementioned "few days" that I grabbed for some sort of vacation this summer was spent at a campground not too far from Castaic, CA. My boyfriend and I went and spent a night heating canned beans and shooting a pellet gun at things. It was fun. I like to be one of those versatile girls who can live in the dirt for a few days but also knows how to function in heels and wear lipstick.
Anyway, the camp area was essentially deserted, but that wasn't weird; it was mid week and hot as hell. One morning, an old man walked up to us as we were napping under a tree with beer. (We are astoundingly classy campers.) He said something to the effect of, "Sorry to bother you folks, but I just wanted to warn you that the squirrels have the black plague around here and they powdered the holes in the ground, so just don't mess with the squirrels and you'll be fine. Bye now!". We sort of looked at each other and wondered what rock the guy had crawled out from under and whether he knew that there was no more black plague. Still, I got a little wiggy and was careful to not go barefoot in the dirt. It was too hot anyway, and we spent the rest of our vacation on rafts in my boyfriend's parent's pool. Didn't think much of it anymore, until this morning when I saw this:
Good thing we didn't go there.
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