After the power went out for fifteen hours and ruined everything in the freezer, I realized that the way to keep your over-eating under control is to simply not have any food. I just bought those popsicles. :( Anyway, earlier in the week there were muffins. Only eighteen, thank the Good Lord above us.






Here's the hideous bright orange shirt I had to wear that afternoon for Day One of Moving. Traffic cone couture.


And here's a bonus shot of the old store being eaten, as taken by my disappointingly shitty camera phone.

Doing my best slouchy, awkward Top Model pose to show off my new winter coat. You know, should anyone get the itch to knit me a long, cuddly black/black-and-white(?) scarf. (As always, click to enlarge to see the finer details.)

Ben started pointing and giggling at the people in costumes and I was like, "Look, you forfeit all right to laugh at people by being here yourself."




Seven out of ten males cannot smile properly for pictures.


This glass blowing guy looked a little like Orlando Bloom if Orlando Bloom had disappeared off the face of the earth for a few years and maybe only bathed every fourth day. Come to think of it, has anyone see or heard from old Orlando lately?


Crystal glass musician.


Ben tearing into the Italian sausage that would haunt him the rest of the night.


Check out these chicken fingers and fries, ok? Have you ever seen such a spectacular display of grease? It's like they stuck a ladle into the deep frier and dumped the contents, oil and all, into the paper basket.


I left my gross, ratty hair down so that I could have it done in a fancy-schmancy braid, but the wait at the braiding booth was, no joke, two hours long. NO THANKS.


Instead I bought a gaudy ring. It's still less hideous that 80% of the stuff at work, plus it didn't require any financing.