Day 10.

I failed to mention in my faux Day 9 entry that I have a new crush.

In his most recent movie (which you really need to go and see), he is absolutely terrifying, and his creepy haircut doesn't help:



But in real life, Javier Bardem is a total Hottie McHottington:



RAWR. Let's just say, I had some sweet dreams last night.

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This afternoon we took Steve's cousin, his fiance and some of her friends to The Garfield Park Conservatory. It was beautiful, as always. And sort of humid, you know. Also, I had to lay the smack down on a groomsman in a wedding party who asked us to move in a really snotty way. To move out of the background of a photo in a public place. I wasn't very nice. But he wasn't very nice, so I guess we ended with a detente of Mean-ness.

Oh, also, Steve pretended to throw me in the pond.



Notice how completely un-phased I am. That's what six years does to you, folks.