A sleepy Sunday night at the end of a weekend full of food, weird warfare fireworks, closet cleaning, listening to the new Beck record and five extra pounds. Astoria looked especially pretty tonight. [Sky photos taken with BF's Blackberry]
So, on Thursday, this little kid ran into me while he was riding his bike. I gave him a stern look and a "PLEASE watch where you are going!" but listen, he was like, six. What was I supposed to do? Here's the damage (This is primarily for my mom because she was on the phone with me when it happened):
Then I went home and flipped channels until I came to Les Demoiselles de Rochefort on IFC, which was beautiful and French and full of crazy costumes. And songs. Crazy rhyming songs. I didn't get to watch the whole thing, but here's picture from one scene to give you an idea:
We got around to cleaning the bedroom this weekend because it had reached red level:
And then we went grocery shopping and out to dinner...
looking at the lovely sky the whole time: