Blur

This weekend was a blur. A happy blur!
Papa came to visit, he saw DUMMY 3 times (2 "normal" ones, and one kid version) and we talked, and ate, and walked, and napped. It was perfect.
But I didn't take any photos. I didnt' take any!
I wish I had a photo of Papa on stage with the clowns, making a chicken appear. (Yes, he did.)

I love my Mom

Happy Mother's Day! I am a terrible daughter. Half way across the country, and I didn't mail her anything, and I didn't buy her anything. Of course I will call her today, but I call her EVERYday.
Photo by Papa.

My Nest

I love my bathroom, because it's mine. After over a year in this apartment, I still love walking through the front door, and being home. It's my nest. My haven.
It's getting warmer. These are the temperatures we'll be dreaming of when it's 105 degrees and 90% humidity. My windows are open, and I took today off from temping so that I could be ready for the show tonight. I don't think I ever recovered from last weekend, and I can't be as tired as I've been - on stage. We're doing it again!