My Little Golden Book of Phobias

Back from the most gorgeous Lake Chelan, a lake known for it's clarity and it's temperature (freezing or refreshing, depends on your perspective). When it's blazing hot out, a hop in the lake is in order. However, because we went to the Eastern part of the State so there would be no rain, there was a terrific thunder and lightening storm. Epic storm. The first night. Better than the movies. But it got hot and we melted, as I thought we would. And we ate of the carbohydrates, holy cow. And beans every night. It just worked out that way.

I got a haircut from Maya and now I feel sexy. And Milo is beside me on the couch so all is well in the world.