Last night, Ron and I went to see V for Vendetta. I went because I'm a good girlfriend. Definitely not my kind of movie, but it wasn't absolutely terrible, either. There were definitely parts I couldn't watch, because of sheer grossitude. Still, the messages came through clearly, and it wasn't a waste of the two hours.
I'm still way sunburnt from Sunday. Putting on straps/sleeves or anyhing touching my back/shoulders still hurts like mad, though not as much as it did originally. My shoulders are now a dark, luminescent pink. Oh, and Deb, I ran into Aniko at the beach. Well, the icecream shop across from it.
Since watching Veronica Mars seasons 1&2 (within three weeks!) I've had lots of mystery/murder dreams where I am either a suspect or the detective. It's really kind of interesting. I wonder if the dreams will stop now that I have no more episodes left to watch.
I might shave Padfoot for the summer. He's shedding all over, and I'm sure it's hot out there with his thick fur coat on. If I can get the money, he's gonna get the clippers. How much does dog grooming generally cost, anyway?
Saturday is KIDSFEST, at the fairgrounds. I'll be there working for LVLC. If you are a child, have a child, or like free stuff, you should come out!