Hey thurrrr. “It’s Friday…you ain’t got no job, and you ain’t got shit to do!”

Here we is at the Legion of Honor, for the Man Ray/Lee Miller exhibit. It was good. No photography was allowed in the exhibit, I’m afraid. In the gift shop I bought a gold brooch in the shape of Lee Miller’s lips.

Fancy schmancy! As we were leaving a couple stumbled up the walkway, talking loudly. The woman was wearing a low-cut maxi dress with cleavage bobbling around inappropriately, and the man was wearing an oversized tee-shirt with Homer Simpson on it. I secretly hoped they’d get kicked out. I am terrible, Muriel.

Think! Think! Think!

The aqua color of the tile in this painting was absolutely stunning, and is not reflected in this photo at all. That’s because paintings look 543534543 times better in real life. With that in mind, you should BUY MY PAINTINGS! No time like the present! And I love you.

I liked this one too.

Is it Art, Eddy? The Boy is watching some horrible movie with David Duchovny, about goats. I think it is actually called “Goats”. Sigh.

Checking out the view around the Legion of Honor.

The grounds.

The Boy spotted those trees in the background and said, “Let’s go there!” So we did.

And had this view!

Soooo happy. Nico used to have this refrigerator magnet that had a picture of a grinning, stereotypically perfect 1950’s family with the caption: “They’re happy because they eat lard“. Why am I thinking about that now?

Today at work, out of nowhere I got a very specific craving for a ham sandwich on white bread. I don’t even like white bread!

About an hour later I strolled into the break room and there, sitting on a paper plate on a table next to a fruit platter, was a single ham sandwich. On white bread. Is that totally freaky, or what?

Do you think I ate it?

Happy Friday, duders! I hope you’re doing something gnarly for your weekend. Today it rained for the first time in over a month and I canceled my tanning package. Boo. In good news, I won a fabulous purse on ebay for 70 bucks that originally cost 200 bucks. Score? And that evil, evil website xojane (that I’m on every day) convinced me to buy some stuff from Lush, so we’ll see how that works out. Good title for a company, yeah? Heh.