I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches

There's this song by Presidents of the USA called "Peaches". It's a weird song and my mom likes to sing it. But there's relevance. I went peach, cherry, and blackberry picking early this morning at a farm kinda sorta near my house. Actually, I didn't touch any of the peaches or blackberries. I took pictures of them though. I've never seen a real cherry tree unless you count the chokecherry tree in the backyard of my old house so I took a ton of pictures of those and picked a bunch. I hoisted Baby up on my shoulders so she could pick too, but she ended up dropping most of them on my head. It was pretty fun, but I recommend not wearing jeans. It's hard to climb in them, especially when you get all sweaty. And don't let anybody spray you with bug spray while you're holding a camera, a video camera, and an mp3 player. That junk doesn't come off of LCD screens very easily.

Tonight I get to go to a lecture on raw milk. Apparently it's illegal where I live and people want to stage a movement to get that changed. I couldn't care less. But yippee for me I don't have a choice but to go and act interested.

I'm really tired to day on account of not getting much sleep last night or the night before, so my brain's not working and I can't think of anything else to say (astonishing, I know). I'll just leave you with a quote from our illustrious president.

"I can press when there needs to be pressed; I can hold hands when there needs to be -- hold hands."

Glad we can count on you, Mr. Prez.

♥ j.j.

P.S. TheMan: in answer to your question, I have no idea what's going on with my book. I have an email in to my manager lady asking what's taking so long. <3