the internet hates me. it does. it crawls along at a snails pace and when i'm behind, it acts like the recalcitrant child i know it to be. i know because i was that same child. the hurrier you wanted me to go the behinder i made sure that i was.
and the sun is high and bright as i'm dashing out of the house. lately i always feel like i'm behind the times. i'm excited for the weekend. i'm helping with a graduation tea for my pretty little model, christy, and it should be fun. i need to get the things together for a photo booth that she wants to have. i've made favor bags for visits to the photobooth - we should have lots of fun.