Welcome to September twelve of twelve, also known as 108-120 of 144. Twelfth of the month, twelve pictures. For more on the myth and the madness, check out the master, Chad Darnell.
7:05 - Foggy Fridays are not my best wake-up days.
8:03 - Everything a girl needs for one day at work and two days away. (There is an actual Tivo in that box. And cold pizza in that foil. Never take me backpacking.)
8:05 - What is this Indian summer of which you speak?
8:12 - Illegible Grand Lake drive-by. Approximate transliteration: "Screw the man! Free popcorn Monday through Thursday!"
10:45 - Morning break with misshapen pizza and everybody's favorite papal-history page-turner.
1:06 - More pizza, this time round. With arugula, red onions, gorgonzola, toasted walnuts, and balsamic glaze, and why does everybody keep asking whether I'm in California?
2:30 - Whoever invented Friday-afternoon meetings is not in my good graces. Christine, however, is always in my good graces.
6:00 - Crossing the erector-set bridge on the way to my parents'. We're road-tripping to a family reunion mini-break weekend.
6:13 - At Long's, agonizing over toenail polish and pondering the ideal intersection of cheapness, color selection, and chip resistance.
6:17 - Chugging up the hill to my parents' house, where all attempts to progress past third gear will be sorely resented.
6:25 - Trying to be artsy while Alex a) refuses to sit still and b) ignores me completely. All other behavior would be a betrayal of the species.
6:52 - Ragin' Apricot? Hot Apricot? Nuclear Apricot? Something.