To Report

Mumsy and Popsicle are redoing the kitchen. So far, so war zone:

There used to be cabinets here. Guess some of the family vocab is gone.

Soon, everyone will have to go outside to get upstairs.

Disaster town in the family room due to kitchen floor sinkage. (PS-not my butt. I wish.)

First trip to Alder Creek and first sunburn of the year have been tabulated. Sunburn was splotchy though, so it was cool. The water was "refreshing". The house can only be described (as those of you who follow me on the twitter may or may not have noted) as "damp".

All of my Boden clothes have made their first go-round of appearances (with a pair of pants making two) and compliments were to be had all around. Seamlessly fitting in with the already established wardrobe-de-moi and we here at Camp Caroline couldn't be more pleased with the results. Now if only the weather would start co-operating and begin to feel like summer again. These past two days haven't even reached 70*.

Finally, I think it's best to leave you all with a tale of man-traction from this past weekend. While waiting at a local bar (by my lonesome) for some friends to meet me out, I was hit on in a must fun display of drunkenness. It's very hard to be polite and off putting, but I think I managed it. After the quasi-gentleman left, I was approached by one of the bartenders, who led off the conversation with a, "I'm surprised he left you!" only to be followed by, "he comes in here all the time drunk and hits on girls, I was waiting for him to go to the bathroom or something so that I could warn you about him." Dear bartender, a) you started off so well, and b) do I look like the kind of girl to fall for homeboy's shenanigans? Sincere thanks for the concern though (and that was not sarcastic-it's always nice to know that people have an eye on you, even if you don't know them well).

I have to work away an entire day on Sunday, so best wishes for a fabulous Friday night-I'll be in on Saturday.

xoxo