Sneezing, itching, runny nose..

My skin is peeling. I like this and dislike this. I like this because I kinda like peeling the skin off. I dislike this because it means my sunburn will soon flake away and I'll be pasty and white again. I was a kid in California once who was brown as a paper sack. I have hispanic heritage. And yet I am as white as the underside of a fish. My arms, face, chest and back tan. Even my stomach holds good color year round. But my legs stay a sad, powder white that doesn't change no matter how much sun I am exposed to. Its disgusting actually.

Camping was nice. Hot, but nice. We left our camping chairs at home. Which made life a little less cozy but it didn't damper the trip at all. We left town at 4:30am, and arrived in Junction City, OR by 10:30am. Shopping at Safeway there was uneventful and slow. People move at a much quicker pace here in Seattle, and we certainly don't pay with a check and take 10 minutes to fill it out. Good God! Have it ready people. Jenny felt weird walking around with her QueerFest tshirt on... I dont blame her, we were in a very hillbilly area of Oregon. I couldnt live there. White trash takes on a whole new meaning in a town like that. Its the norm.

Our campsite was big and sunny, almost a little too sunny. I layed out with my Seattle Times umbrella b/c the heat was too much after a while. We napped and ate, ate and napped. Hit up some of our favorite wineries and came home with a case of our favorite wine at half the price.
We made it home Monday, and I ran errands while Jenny worked next door at the dog daycare for a couple hours. The trip was great, but Sophie came home a shit eater. Yes. Our dog is now eating other animal poop. How fucking gross is that? Last night we ran to Petco for some doggie things and came home to poop bags strewn across the living room carpet, some ripped open, and the contents obviously had been eaten. I mean, c'mon. This is sick. Sophie spent the rest of the night in a crate. She wasn't allowed in the bed. And I'm still mad at her. The dog is filthy.

Anyways, good to be home. Good to be at work. I just wish I could shake the allergy attack I picked up in Oregon. I've been sneezing for days.