day three hundred forty-six.

dance friday.

dance breakday.

dance iturnedinmypaperandamgoingtosmileallday.

day three hundred eleven.

(dance.dance.)

i feel it is only right to inform you all that i finished cataloging my last box of children's books at work.

that's right, the great post-steam-pipe-bursting-slash-mold-cleanup-children's-literature-backlog-cataloging-project will be complete as of this monday.
i still have some images to post, and it does look like we'll be put on another project of....more children's books for another library.

they probably won't be as weird or scary, but we shall see.

i know the possibility of only appropriate, relevant literature as blog subject matter was of concern to more than one of you.

so cheers to that!

also:

day two hundred.

pete and trudy campbell wish to welcome you to dance friday, on behalf of our 200th day together.

may all your hats be fancy, your dances well rehearsed, and your emotions sufficiently repressed.

day one hundred eighty-nine.

part two
science, housewives, and gift shops

the remainder of our american history experience on saturday
(brian boitano's figure skates not pictured)
(not because i didn't take a picture)
(because i did)

a scientist escapee from the air & space museum, probably


utopiaaaa

brunette betty draper

(i'm watching a mad men marathon right now. its a "best of season 2"- does that mean the entire season?)

(also there is a very dramatically cut commercial for at&t u-verse customers who might lost AMC before the mad men season premiere. reactions to kennedy's death and dramatic face rubbing. amazing)
(end television tangent)

i want this living room.

OH DEAR

careful, ladies

for keith

images of classic dresses...on this

fashion: N/A

bo would not fit in a purse

"oh, my hair looks okay."
also, it stopped raining

we ended with a pizza dinner at ella's in chinatown
soy cheese & spinach + sangria, and a birthday cupcake for beth from red velvet

also: i finally got my badge today for work. i think security is going to miss seeing me get signed in every morning.

day twenty-five(ish).

i was traveling most of yesterday, so i'll make two posts today as a make-up.
enjoy roger sterling getting drunk on milk while i go to class.
cheers!