1. I haven’t been to Grant Park since Lollapalooza, since I don’t often find myself with a need (or the time) to just laze around the park, so seeing this on Sunday at the half made me smile:
Even though you can’t read the whole sign, it’s referencing clean-up/renovation paid for by Lolla. This field was Perry’s, and I (and my Mizunos) can certainly attest to and take partial blame for the reason Lolla needed to renovate the field.
Looks so clean and grassy and not-mudpit-y!
2. My birthday is three weeks from today (calendars marked? Excellent.), so last week my mom e-mailed me to ask if I had a birthday list. In a sure sign that I’ve turned into an adult, I could come up with…nothing. Haha. How lame! When I was little, I couldn’t comprehend how people could not have long birthday and/or Christmas lists, when there were so many toys to be had! Then I became a grown up with 1) very limited storage space and 2) my own income (not that any of it sticks around long these days…thank you, physical therapy), which means if I need/want something, I can generally buy it myself, but I have to find a place to put said something. That challenge alone is enough to keep me from wanting many (…any) new things.
So instead I told my mom I wanted a new, not-broken body and a general idea of what on earth I want to do with my life. Hopefully they sell those at Target.
3. Or maybe I should ask for a toaster-whisperer .
Sigh. The struggle is real.
Do you make birthday lists?
Toaster advice from the peanut gallery? Seriously, team. 4.5 does NOTHING. It basically gives me dry bread. But this is what I keep getting with 5, and I’m at a loss for what my toaster wants from me.