Monday, Effin Monday

The weather was fantabulous this weekend, especially yesterday. It's unfortunate that I spent most of the daylight hours in IKEA-hell, having a 3-year-old run circles around me whilst taunting me with strange words from a foreign tongue. His intense eye contact frightened me and I cut a deal (with myself) that if I accidentally stretched out my legs just as he was rounding the corner, it would not be my fault if he fell. Hellooo? Parents? I think Fiji and I were the only English-speakers in the whole place. But I was able to refill my Root Beer an excessively excessive amount of times. The number of restroom visits correlated nicely.

On Saturday we ventured downtown on the el to see the Art Institute with the 'rents. We saved the miniature displays for last...I love small teeny tiny things. I want to make one of my home. Moms fell asleep on the train ride back and I almost punched this girl in the face because she kept knocking into me. If there's one thing I hate (and there are certainly more than one) it's people touching me inappropriately/unintentionally/intentionally/unknowingly. She's lucky she got off when she did.

It's been brought to my attention that I am old. I can now not even stay awake long enough to finish watching a movie. Or an episode of West Wing (41 minutes). I must have some kind of disorder.

We had our first grilling extravaganza on the rooftop last night. Well, Fiji and his friend grilled while PhotoFace and I worked on our very important, top secret photography/writing collaborative project. This is the beginning of a very lovely VERY beautiful very fun friendship. If you're lucky, I will post it here when it's completed. Unfortunately, we decided to down several many many bottles of wine which led to a hole-punch disaster and thus it's not quite finished.

Annnnnnnd, I'm spent.