on hotness...

i know, i know. bad blogger. i have a good excuse! my 17-year-old sister arrived on thursday and we painted the town as red as it's possible to paint a town with an underage sibling. especially one your dad would *kill* you if you messed up. (dad, i don't know *where* that tattoo came from, i swear.)

a tale from this weekend. we're out having dinner last night with my new boyfriend (!!) after we all went kayaking together. just sitting and chatting. talk turns, as it sometimes will, to the relative hotness of celebrities.

me: people from texas are hot.

she: matthew mcconaughey is definitely hot.

me: i don't even like blondes. he's eye candy.

bf: [helpfully] he's a surfer.

me+she: *hot!*

she: not a good actor, though. so dumb!

me: such a brick. but so hot. he should just remain silent. just walk around not saying a word.

she: *shirtless.*

thus, our new male celebrity campaign: Silent and Shirtless. ah, wisdom, from the mouths of babes.

she left for texas at the crack of dawn, so i will post a little random sampler in her honor, then get back on track with the color palettes.