our refridgerator is broken

but at least i’m home, thank jesus.
i sort of feel like i’ve been released from being kidnapped or something.

bonnaroo was hot. and dusty. and dirty.

good times were had, but, i feel confident saying i will not be returning next year.
dirty, dirty hippies.

this is what our feet looked like after setting our campsite up.

i’m fine. i’m happy. i can deal with dirt.

brian is happy.

lily allen! still happy. {she was wasted though}

ben harper = happy

dust starting to dust about. happiness level = beginning to fluctuate. it was so dry there, each step you took stirred up a big puff of dirt and ick.

they remain happy.

now the dust is thicker, and its hard to breathe. i am getting upset because brian insists on taking pictures of me hating the dust.

trying to watch the white stripes through the dust. its not dark. its dust.