A Picture Post (with no point)

And now I present to you a visual tour of my last three days. It is not very spectacular.

My friend Kate suggested that I start a blog of nothing but Henry frowning. I think that is a fantastic idea. But for now, here is the “Erin Just Turned Up Dance Gavin Dance” frown. Coincidentally, right after this happened, I tweeted, “Seriously. How great would I be as an ice cream truck driver” to which Andrea replied, “Blasting Dance Gavin Dance, I would imagine.” Yes! Jonny Pops for everyone!

Totally still fawning over this. My friend Terri was all, “I got two copies sent to my house, aren’t you jealous?” Well, yeah! I still need to get an auxiliary issue to frame.

Speaking of Jonny, I took this photo the very first time I ever got to see him, back in 2008 when Emarosa opened for Pierce the Veil. I cried a lot that night.

Contrary to popular belief, the Cure is actually still my favorite band. Never forget that.

(I can never tell if I post too many pictures of myself. I never know what you guys want, OK!?)

One big eyeball.

Minus that glaring “your,” this is my new favorite text. One day I will regale you all with the story of why Henry is “A Woodhick” in my phone.

Perhaps now Carey will think better of disagreeing with me. Probably not.

In other news, today was the start of the Law Firm walking challenge and I already have words to say about it, but maybe that will be for tomorrow. Right now, I just want to walk five feet, check my pedometer, walk 14 feet, check my pedometer, walk 3 feet, grab a peppermint patty….