Nongreasy? Hah! Nonshiny? Hah! SPF 70? As if!

Hair? Crazy. Shorts? Held on with a bungee cord as a belt. Bikini? Check! Strange unexplained bruises? Yes! Belly? Full and happy. A successful weekend, if I do say so myself.

I was also rather proud of myself for abstaining from mass quantities of alcohol. I came home with all of the alcohol I left with, bottles sloshing around in my duffel, hoping I wouldn't get pulled over and cited for open container. Yes, I was a Sober Stepho this weekend, although you wouldn't know it to look at the pictures. Or to look at my knitting which turned out...well...let's just say I gave that crooked washcloth to mom and dad, because as parents they are encouraged to display all of my shoddy handiwork proudly. Here's to hoping it's colorfast.

Tomorrow I will iron real pants and go to work. Sigh. Remember when summer was long and you could spend whole days lounging around outside?