Little black spot on the sun

Alanis Morsette is my friend this morning. Dang hippie.

This week has been INSANITY on a stick.

I spent yesterday with Chelsea and Marta, we went road trippen, boy meeting, and vintage broach shopping. They bought flower broaches, and I got the only one that Athena would have bought (And from 1932 no less). When it doubt, Camille thinks Greek Chic.

The parentlings are having mood swings. Mom thinks Dad is going through a mid-life crisis, and Dad keeps complaining about Mom never wanting to go anywhere. WTF??? Mom is the queen of parties and doing fun things, I don’t know what he’s thinking.

We had our last bead class of the summer the other night, so that’s a relief to have that done with.

In tennis news - Deuce came (With Rafael on the cover!!!) and I’m trying to get used to the new grip Scott wants me to use when I’m serving. If I hit it just right, it feels great, but otherwise I’m having a hell of a time.