Photo of the Day – Week 37

Love  this lady!  She has the biggest sensitivity to onions I’ve ever witnessed.  What luck for someone who absolutely adores onions!  Her beau finally bought her a barrier to protect her baby blues… and she loves it.  Onion googles to the rescue!

I rented a car last minute when I discovered the “Seattle” workshop I was so excited about… was in Tacoma!  The weekend special made a rental only twice as much as riding the bus for hours and hours.  Sold.  Despite my exhaustion and lack of sleep on Monday morning, I still wanted to take advantage of a half-day with a car.  Thanks to my awesome friend’s recs, I plotted an adventure an hour outside the city.  The mountains are my soul food.

After talking repeatedly about a lackluster landlord who – among many other gaffes – reckons his tenents don’t need a ladder if one of them is tall enough to stand on two precarious bar stools and almost reach the ceiling… said tenent finally rolled his eyes, hopped up onto a teetering foundation, discovered the furnace filter was slightly too long, cut it to size, and installed the freshy fresh in time for the brisk autumn’s arrival.

Dinner party game night!  Turns out 5-Minute Dungeon is exactly the kind of whirlwind pattern game a nerd like me really enjoys.

I left the house on foot and returned six hours later, having been to this Discovery Park viewpoint twice with two different but very awesome people (and three different dogs!).  My feet must have carried me at least ten miles, but those conversations and connections were well worth it.

“Sleep when you’re dead” could easily be my life motto.  I’ve been sacrificing my forty winks for the sake of way more awesome things since I was just a baby.  My dad would come home from swing shift to find me awake in my crib.  I read by nightlight until my parents caught me each of the many late evenings of my childhood.  As an adult, my nocturnal preference hasn’t changed.  But I do my best to stay attached to the world by keeping a semblance of normal hours.  Awake until 3 or 4?  I’m still getting up at 8 or 9.  There are probably only five or six days a year that I don’t wake up to an alarm.  Saturday the 16th was one of those days.  I collapsed Friday night around 11.  My jaw hit the floor when I saw my bedside clock-phone-alarm the next morning.  1:47 p.m.  Holy _____.