Saturday morning walkies at the ol’ Nature Preserve, my early Washington stomping grounds. The smell is very nostalgic to me–reminds me of when I first moved to Seattle and was shocked at this new thing called “humidity”. We jogged/walked three miles…I felt like I was moving through molasses the entire time. Oh, PMS! Tired of hearing about my PMS, blogreader? ME TOO.

100% addicted to the shellac manicure now. Last week I couldn’t even wait 24 hours with bare nails to get a fresh set. I went with neon pink for July. I was just telling Corinne that, for the same price we paid to get our nails done near her house, my new salon throws in a cherry slushie AND a hand/arm massage with mandarin-scented lotion. Mmmmm hmmmmmmm. Corinne got pretty excited at the mention of a cherry slushie. Who wouldn’t? Brain freeze AND glamorous nails at the same time!

“Roll, roll, roll in zee hay…”

Happy Bear Cub park face!

Yesterday was so brutally hot, when we arrived at the dog park we were the only people/dogs there–not just the off-leash area, but the playground as well. And no wonder! Within 10 minutes, my poor animals were flopped down in the shade panting. I let them splash around in a little stream, made a quick IG video of Maggie getting wet, and we were outta there.

Back home, I turned the swamp cooler on, turned on various fans, and closed all the curtains, and it still averaged around 78 degrees in the house last night. GROSS. Still, I can’t complain, can I? It’s summer time, and the living is…sweaty.

As long as the temps don’t soar above 95, I’m a happy camper!

I even bought this crappy magazine because I thought Kate Hudson looked adorable and tan and summer-y and besides, I would wear that paisley bikini in a HOT SECOND. I’ve always liked Kate’s free-spirited aesthetic, just not her acting so much. Or maybe it’s just the movies she’s in…romantic comedies are not my thang.

Off work early today, and had a nice phone conversation with my Broad. Now I’m slurping down a coffee granita and am planning on “enjoying” some feminist “literature” (HA) before hopefully going for a bike ride with Joshy tonight. Last night we went to a pub we had never gone to before (thanks to Groupon)–it claimed to serve “Island fare” but it turned out to be hamburgers with pineapple on top, with tons of big screen t.v.s. showing sports. Ugh, a sports pub. The saving grace was the sound system blasting 311 and Sublime over the top of the sports, and I felt a wave of happy summertime nostalgia.

“Why do we put all the emphasis on the weekend?” I said to Josh last night, as he slurped down some fruity drink with dragonberry vodka. “I mean, it doesn’t get dark until really late…let’s start going for bike rides after work!”

Great plan, right? I hope it works out for us. STAY TUNED. Or, you know, don’t. It’s summertime! Go outside! Get a little sun damage yeeeeeeeah!