Last one today I promise!

I don't mean to brag, but I think God might be reading my blog. We had a miserable rainy slog over hill and dale this morning, and I had my afternoon all planned out. I was going to sauna and sleep and feel sorry for myself due to the fact that one instagram friend is sending minute by minute pictures of herself in sunny St. Tropez. (Amy can't you stop her??) It is getting on my nerves.
Also, in honor of lions and black people being shot constantly, I was going to eat some peanut butter.

Alas, as if word got out in heaven that I was going to have one day off from love beam practice, the sun comes out. Blazing amazing Alpine Sun.

Honestly I am not in the mood.

Von Wehlen is making fun of me for citing Messner -as if I am trying to sound like a mountain climber. Sorry, but I am not backing down. All I meant was there are people who don't mind getting a few blisters in their quest for that soothing, eternal presence that caresses your cheek; and there are people who do. And Reinie and I (I call him that) are in the category of people who don't. Just because his blisters are bigger than mine, doesn't mean I don't have them. Also-today Kriegerhorn, tomorrow who knows? I hear there is a five star hotel in Tibet now.

K says we are not to bring kids to the party for her because " it is a gay party" ??! what does that mean? All the gays I know now are Republicans with kids. What is always important however is the attire: I think I might bust out my mini lederhosen shorts. (Because what could be gayer than that?)
Below is my inspiration, a waitress yesterday who really went out of her way to give the boys something to dream about. Normally lederhosen are made of something more like suede. Our girl here is wearing black leather shorts. Bless her little heart.
The orthodox Jews are back in town, and I wouldn't be surprised if one look at her leads to a few conversions.  Avert your eyes, Chosen People!!

Where was I? I do apologize for so many entries this year, (reading is not mandatory!) but it has been like therapy. It is either that, or taking schnapps into the sauna; and you do not want to see dehydration at that level.
A few photos from before the sun came out this morning.

Good grief the sun is really heating up. I have taken to my bed with weary legs and peanut butter. (Surely peanut butter in bed screams peaceful resistance ..?)

A sun beam is trying to sneak into my room now-imploring me to come outside and warm myself. 
But I can't just yet. I am too weary to withstand the light.