Or at least, that's how I was feeling last Friday after a particularly vulnerable week where I was having a hard time making light of assholes. Today's a different story. I feel good today and I felt grand all weekend (my family was in town) and things have since been resolved and even though I still feel a child most of the time, there are seventeen years proving that, okay, so, yes, I am kind of a grown-up now. Seventeen years and four faces. Five including Hals. Seven including the dogs who have chaperoned an entire decade of my post-adolescent adolescence.
In fact, I'm going to keep this post short because my sister and mom are here and we're going to go get us some mani/pedi action with Fable who I kept home from preschool today for a girls days out. Because sometimes hooky is good for the soul. Even if said soul is a teenager who says "like" too much and still religiously watches her MSCL box set. And draws on her shoes. And picks at pimples on her hairline and bumps her Arrested Development CD Mr. Wendal yeah.
As for this week's events, here are some photos of the brighter moments. (And man, were they ever bright. They were explosions of brightness. Supernovas! Laser light shows during a firework display!)
(my sister, Rachel)
(watching Archer build his train set)
Thanks again, everyone. Love and light to all.