The mediocre return of Kae and Bee!

I don't know why Kae hasn't been holding up the blog during my internet-less, motivation-less stretch. It's not like she has things to keep her busy, like I do. She just has five screaming, running, fighting, adorable little leeches to chase after. Jeez.

Anyway, as a recap in what has happened over our month-long hiatus: Um, nothing. I have been sweltering and wilting in the heat of my new home. I moved across base. Señor Marine stopped to visit on his way to his new home, still partially across the country from me. And that was about it for me.

I stopped my bedazzling adventures for the time being, but mostly because I have nothing left to bedazzle. I wore those blue high heels, and I was paralyzed for a couple days afterwards. I wore them out the first night Señor Marine came to visit, and he ended up carrying me home. Literally carrying me. I had bruises and blisters galore. They will not be making another appearance until they apologize and get some nice cushioning insoles installed.

Also, much to the dismay of Kae and the rest of the world, I have been watching Say Yes to the Dress almost non-stop. When Señor Marine reminded me that I don't have a need to watch it, we had the following conversation:

Me: "It's like if you were to go to a strip club. You have the perfect model woman already, but sometimes it's fun to look."
Señor: "So this means you want me to go to strip clubs? I don't want to. I'm confused."
Me: "No. You can't. Ever."
Señor: "So it's really not like strip clubs at all."
Me: "Okay, not at all. It's like a pretty actress?"
Señor: "I think you should stop trying to compare me to wedding dresses."

In other news, I made a scarf for Señor Marine, at his request.

As modeled by a friend

Now I just have to stuff the scarf, along with several other goodies into a care package for Señor Marine at his new, stricter base. He swears he will wear it. I will post proof later.

And before I sign off: you have been hipsterfied (except they played this at BWW, so I don't think it counts anymore) And also, doesn't one of the dudes in the band look just like a young Woody Harrelson? Or is it just me?

Now it's time to go get some burritos for dinner.

Bee out.