oh, fuck it all.

I am trying to get my mother effing prints framed today for my show at Tedda Hughes at the end of the month. A normal person would think this would be easy. This should be my happy day... my photography show is coming up!

But no. It's not easy.

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The frames don't easily accommodate the mats I've picked, which means I am using a butter knife and a hammer (don't ask) to make things work.

Once I get the mother effing print and mat inside the frame, it's looks like I've also framed a pubic hair, wedged between the mat and the glass. It's not a pubic hair but it might as well be. Now I can't get the effing frame apart. [Note to self: do not use the wool rug as a staging area for framing.]

I blow into a wedge between the glass and the mat to see if I can dislodge the hair, but now all I've done is fog up the glass. And now there's dust in there too.

Fuck me.

I should at least put on a bra and brush my hair. I did break a nail with the hammer/butter knife combo but I have not given up yet.

And then, to top it off, I have unwittingly pissed off someone in Greece.

Hi Tangobaby (blogger buddy)

I don't follow you anymore (don't cry).

So, no other complains from me anymore.Actually I regret so much,that I've sent you those e-mails and commended on your posts.

I shouldn't done that.It seems you dislike Greece. I'm sure.! Only if you knew what Greece/Greeks are for the world.

You should learn...

I know you'll believe me when I tell you I have no idea who this person is.

The fact that I am low carbing it right now and have absolutely NO Ben & Jerry's and NO chocolate stashed away is so completely unfortunate and if was I wasn't still running around with a knife and a hammer, braless, I would go outside to get some Cherry Garcia, but now I'm worried what might happen next.

I probably shouldn't even be writing this.

Please send chocolate or a professional framer.

This Is Not the Real Post, Either

I'm too tired. I've been walking for hours. And no one mistook me for Jean Seberg, either.

But I do like this new Lightroom software very much. This is a filter called Cold Tone. It's fun, huh? I also figured out what my best self-portraiture angle is. It's called In Over My Head.

I am seriously going to put my feet up and watch at least one movie. And eat some Cherry Garcia because we didn't get any ice cream today.

If someone would pleeeeease write me a doctor's note so I can stay home from work tomorrow, I will totally be your best friend. Pleeeeeease.

Come On, It's My Treat

I think it might have been a bit of a week. I don't know exactly what kind of week, so I'll just be vague.

I know a lot of you have been sad, felt overwhelmed (baby on the way, work overload, missing loved ones, political slime, and other stuff we can only guess at), sick at home with sore throats and sneezes.

And some of you have things to celebrate: getting into nursing school (GO SARAH!), sending the little one off to kindergarten, making a new friend, starting an etsy store.

For all of those things and more, I'd like to take you to what might be my new favorite place in the city: Bombay Bazaar on Valencia Street.

What you see here is the best ice cream in town (they make it in their shop), with flavors that encourage dreaming: rose, saffron rose, almond saffron pistachio, chai, cardamom (or at least to me they do).

So consider yourself invited, and the treat's on me.

You can even have two scoops. I'm going to.

Happy Friday. Be happy, special people.

xoxo