the internet hates me, amber’s computer hates her and my ipod hates the both of us

i’ve compiled a list of the highlights of the past two weeks:

amber’s computer committed suicide yesterday (luckily after doing her first time-machine back-up in over a month,) and mine has had this really hot/cold on/off relationship with the wireless router since day one.  (i’m taking my computer’s side.  that router is not a cool guy.) 

in the car to the apple store to get these problems solved, my ipod decided it hated us too.  so we just cried and clutched our electronics all the way to the genius bar. 

resolution: amber was told, “well, you’re not under warranty any more, but you’re still covered,” (um…  what does that mean?!) and i pulled my ipod out of my bag and realized the battery was just dead.

we bought some fantastic peach champagne to celebrate, and spent 6 hours trying on all my clothes.  then i fixed the internet and we watched “it happened one night.”

really, is there any way you can’t fall in love with this man?!?!

there was a lot of squealing and “ooh!!!”-ing, and then i decided to lock myself in the bathroom and chop off all my hair so that i look like a 12 year old boy.  again.
returning to my roots…
i have my reasons. 

(dear amber, i will throw away the hair pile later today, i promise…  i just wanted you to see it when you woke up.  it’s epic, is it not?)  

pictures to follow shortly?
why of course.  
how can i make such incredible promises?

because we’ve been spending a good portion of our time with a certain (incredibly) patient photographer with a striking resemblance to mick jagger (young version, not current.  big difference.  see photographic proof below…) following us around our neighborhood, agreeably setting up lighting and camera equipment as we sit on the curb complaining about too-tall heels and holding top-secret whispered “girls only” conversations and possibly asking, “are you ready yet?!” with an entirely inappropriate frequency. 

 option one

option two

yeah.  that’s right.  it’s kinda spooky…

for now, we’ve only got a couple last-minute late-night digital photos – but we’ve heard rumor that someone’s going to be in the darkroom later this week, which means there might be more Sharing Time ’round here…  hmmm.

i don’t like looking at you

amber doesn’t like looking at you either.

if you promise to stay tuned, i promise i’ll do my best to catch up on the past week and a half that i’ve been awol.  (ahem, internet connection…  and stuff.)

and i might also play another song for you. 

deal?

 

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