I mentioned sometime back that I think I should write all my blog posts with wine in hand, and so I’ve been sitting here with a glass of champagne *for no real reason other than someone bought it for us and I think it’s a shame for it to sit there unopened* writing this post. Oh, and in case you think I’m a lush, I’m just a real lightweight ’cause I’ve had literally 5 sips of it and it’s gone straight to my head. Watch out!
So on that note, I’m looking at these pictures and several things come to mind. First, I realize that now that it’s summer you guys get to see all my leg and arm bruises in their full glory. They’re a result of an interesting combination of intense exercise and pathological clumsiness. I must remember to Photoshop them out ’cause that ain’t cool. Second, I realize that I have rather the harsh expression in the last pic there. I assure you it’s not because of any mood, it’s simply because I’m ridiculously sensitive to the light and on a bright day I squint without my black, black sunnies. I swear, I’m a vampire….except for the drinking blood, being undead, violence, and random sex acts. Can you tell I’m in “True Blood” season?