La la la, today I went to the "Art In The Vineyard" with Meagan... I got my face painted (I had one of my Beatles shirts on, so the lady painted a Yellow Submarine on my cheek for free!), we ate lots of sugar, watched Mitch's pla thingie... Oh, and... Meagan bought a thumb ring, and I got hit on by a guy with a mohawk, it was pretty entertaining... actually, no it wasn't, it was just kinda creepy... avoid weirdos with unkempt mohawks and beer guts...

Oh man, the lady who smokes the Capri cigarettes ("the slimmest slim!") was talking to my dad this afternoon, and since i had nobody else to talk to, and he wouldn't let me wander after saving me from Mohawk Man, i sat there and felt nauseaus (sp. check?) for about an hour or so... they honestly smell worse than normal cigarettes, and they're her latest idea for quitting... the rate she's smoking those damn things, though, she'd be better off just smoking regular Camels (i told her this, and recited the amounts of tar in various brands of cigarettes... she was disturbed)... btw, my mom made me throw out my collection of cigarette ads... i had some good ones there, too!

Ok, my hip is starting to throb again (it's been hurting more in recent days), so i think I shall wrap this mistake-of-an-entry up nicely in wax paper and send it out with the milk man... tata!

---Meghan