Well, we finally (yeah, really) have given away our apple keychain prize. The lucky winner is Sandra down in Texas. Congrats!
No picture of us pulling the name out of the hat this time. Do you have any idea of the kind of heatwave going on in the northeast right now? You don’t want to see what the humidity is doing to us. Just think … Bon Jovi’s hair circa 1988. Scary, I know.
Meanwhile, we finally opened the pool, and had a nice time floating around this afternoon. Plus, we came up with this great plot for one of those terrible young adult novels of the horror genre. We do some of our best creative thinking in the pool. It’s all usually useless creative thinking that has nothing to do with reality, but who cares?
Oh, and we caught the Goonies last night on HBO, which was awesome. At least, it was awesome for me, since it’s one of my favorite movies ever. It’s right up there with Karate Kid and the Mighty Ducks and the Sandlot. I know it seems like I have horrible taste in movies, but let me clarify. Those are my favorites in the kids-overcoming-pretty-unintersting-adversity-by-impossibly-challenging-the-man(-and-winning) category. They’re usually sports-themed. And they’re all awesome.
A not-awesome movie that we saw a few nights ago was Just One of the Guys. Eventually, when a girl has been playing a guy for almost an entire movie – and even though you’re totally aware of the fact that she’s a girl dressed up as a guy – opens her tuxedo to reveal her (braless and not even taped down, like, how the hell was nobody able to tell she wasn’t a guy?) boobs, you can’t even comprehend what you’re seeing. ‘Cause she just ends up looking like a guy with big boobs.
And one more thing. This is just a caution for anyone who tends to walk anywhere ever? Don’t walk into standing pipes. Because you will rip your favorite pair of shorts, have to walk through town with part of said favorite shorts hanging down your leg, get a giant purple bruise on your upper thigh, and realize three days later that it’s suddenly turned puffy. Ew.

Love.