Watching her run around is hilarious. Almost all our house has tile or hardwood floors, which means that when she tries to stop, she sliiiiiides. Also, she is boneless - she sort of oozes off our laps, the couch, chairs, bounces a little when she hits the floor, and then flops herself down with an audible *FWUMP* to take a nap.
Today was quite summery, as I went swimming. Belle, as usual, stood on the edge of the pool whining and barking and looking VERY confused because she wanted to join me (she'd run right up if I swam to the edge, though she no longer tries to put her paws on me after falling in one time), but has no idea how to deal with water in such massive quantities. The most obvious result of my hour in the sun (well, closer to 45 minutes) is that I am noticeably several shades darker. My watch tan is most prominent, as today's tan is right on top of my driver's tan. My hands differ in shades to the point where they look like they belong to two different people. It's weird being brown again after two years of staying mostly inside and/or going out at night. Two years worth of gothocity, destroyed in less than an hour. Thank you, Peruvian genes. I glanced in a mirror and tried to rub whatever it was off my face that had discolored my skin before I realized that it was THE SUN. Thank you, mom's blonde genes. >___>
Also, summer has made itself known by spontaneously giving me five thousand fruit flies as a reward for forgetting that I left an apple on the counter in a bag. Thank you, summer. *swat*