we were all trying to just not care.

i don't know what's more embarrasing , the fact that i had to sneak a few minutes to feed my "internet addiction" whilst the wife showers or that i was just cought , or or that i was listening to Hanson while i was doing this, or maybe that i know the words to that song and I was singing it and i don't care !!!MMMbop ba du bop mmmbop!!

 

spent the weekend doing a lil girl bonding, -dage, etc.
*blink blink*

The only good pricer is a dead one, especially after trying to load the sucker for an hour, using up 3/4 of the last roll of stickers I have.
I now price everything by hand like it's a yard sale...or I'm amish.

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8/31/6

Three years ago I returned to Burning Man for the fourth time.

I wasn't planning to go. But come Monday, when the gates of Burning Man were open, I heard the call so loudly. I HAD to return. It wasn't a want. It was a need. That day I looked for tickets. The next day I told my clients I was taking the week off. The day after we were on the road.

The year before had been amazing for me. I had made several big wishes, which were promptly granted.

Wish #1: To travel internationally and finally get a stamp in my passport. Four months later I rang in the New Year in Tokyo.

Wish #2: To find true, solid, strong love. Three and a half months later, my husband-to-be and I crossed paths again. This time, love ensued.

Wish…

and some cool glasses too.