feeling a touch adventurous

For work today, Jessica and I had to pass out domestic violence brochures to dozens upon dozens of barber shops and salons. Apparantly people tell their entire life's story to who ever touches their head. Thank god I don't want to cut hair. Oh and by the way, barber shops that men own, smell funnier than ones that women own. They go extra heavy on the chemicals I think. We left at about 8:00 and came back to the office at 4:00, which meant I only had to deal with everyone else's crap for about 30 minutes. Not too shabby.

Lunch was really good. We went to this place called Charlotte's. I had a piece of strawberry cake and strawberry cheesecake for an appetizer. Then they brought me my sammich. It had ham, turkey, swiss, avacado, and, supposedly, mayo (never tasted any) on grilled and fried sourdough bread. It was ok. Frankly it tasted really bland. And I couldn't get the waitress to come back so I could get some ketchup or something. Jessica only ended up eating about 2 bites of her club so I devoured the rest of hers, some pickles, some olives, and a few chips.

I think if you even touched me with a pin right now, I would fly around the room like a balloon.
Wouldn't that be interesting?
No?
I don't think so either, to be honest.

On the way back we were admiring the amazingly flat scenery and decided to play in a field for a bit. So we did.

Here's a few pics:





P. S. Erin will be here in one week.

P. S. S. That means Spiderman!