Addicted to Short Hair

My sister once told me that once she got her first tattoo, she immediately wanted another. She got a second one, and then still wanted another. That's very much how I feel about short hair. Once I got my hair cut short, I immediately wanted it shorter. And shorter. And now I feel like I've finally gotten to the point where I've found the perfect (very short) length.

Here was my inspiration pic:


Emma Watson

And here's the shorty-short haircut on me:

And I love it! I think this is the shortest I really need to or want to go.

I guess I'm doing the opposite of most brides to be... most of them grow their hair out long before their wedding. I've just been going shorter and shorter!

In other news, I'm moving this coming weekend (so the house is full of boxes). It really makes me want to get rid of all of the (heavy) things I own that I don't need!

Bringin' Home the Oysters

This past weekend, Chris brought home fresh oysters. Finally! I had been waiting for this since Chris left for the aquaculture program in April. Not only does my man come home, but he brings oysters with him; it doesn't get much better than that, let me tell ya.

Arsters!

Oyster Wash

Shucking

YUM!

On Friday, we had a bunch of them raw  (on the half shell). Saturday and Sunday, Chris grilled them. We went to an oyster festival in April, which is where we both first tasted the wonderful thing that is a grilled oyster. So, today we decided to try it on our own. And goodness gracious, it was the best thing ever.

We enjoyed them with a pint of one of our favorite beers: Legend Brown.

Ah, bella!

That beer photo is mainly for my father, who makes fun of me for liking such malty beers! :)

But, now, alas, I have neither oysters nor fiance in the house. And that is sad.

Timber!

Well, Chris left for the week (again), so I'm currently drowning my sorrow in raspberry sorbet, and, well, blogging.

This past Friday night, a crazy-scary storm ripped through our town. We were actually out-and-about with one of Chris's besties when the wind started up. By the time we got home, the tree in our front yard (which we've both been worried about) was down.

Timber!

Yup, that's pretty bad.

A limb alongside our house, probably the one that cracked our window.

Cracked window.

The view from the backyard.

The tree is hanging into our neighbor's yard. She is not happy. But, it's the landlord's responsibility, not ours. So, we wait.