Last post of the day.

Happy Friday! 

Hey, internet!

This is embarrassing. I wrote you a love letter. But then I got to my favorite wi-fi spot and realized I left it in my other notebook. 

Also: Bean is still cute. 

For a kid who’s spending his Friday night at an impromptu wake, the illustrious Bean is really well-adjusted, and I can’t, except maybe genetically, take credit for it. 

Also, he swears me he loves me more than butter. 

For a kid who’s spending his Friday night at an impromptu wake, the illustrious Bean is really well-adjusted, and I can’t, except maybe genetically, take credit for it. 

Also, he swears me he loves me more than butter. 

Just in case you were worried that I’m not having any fun.

Today is a lazy, sunny Sunday. 

The one thing I had to do today was go and collect a barrel that my mom shipped to me via sea freight. This is very exciting because said barrel contains goodies like clothes I ordered online in August, hanging shelves for my closet, the rest of my flip flops, Bean’s train set, Bean’s books, my garlic press and obscenely large cast iron skillet, without which I cannot make perfect pizza, my new prescription sunglasses and a whole bunch of other desperately missed things that didn’t fit in my suitcase in July. 

But on the way to town, the guy sitting next to me got off at the Carenage, and after he passed my seat he put down the folding seat, the one that blocks the aisle and people use when the bus is full. There’s a metal rod on the bottom, and my toe was caught, hard, between it and the floor. At that moment, I happened to be deep in thought about how I was going to be a good girl with the customs agent at the shipping warehouse, because these things can go smoothly or they can be difficult and it’s really up to me and my tone. So I was already a little wound up. 

The blow to my toe hurt so much I screamed “fuck me” and then burst into tears, but then didn’t let myself cry because Bean was there and seriously, Mommy. 

So instead of collecting my barrel, I took some deep breaths, then went to the market and got some gorgeous avocados. Now I’m home, and medicated. I’ll get the barrel tomorrow. 

Today is all about rain and Pixar. 

A shower can be a holy thing.

I was sick all week but I’m feeling nearly human today. 

I’m letting my eyebrows grow in. It’s complicated. 

I’m not very tan yet, because the way to make friends with the sun is slowly. 

I have a lot on my mind and I am drinking rum. 

GPOYW A Day Late Because We Weren’t Feeling Well Yesterday; Also, Covet My Muumuu Edition

Hi, my name is Maria, I’m a lemming and this is the only full body shot I’ve got handy.

GPOYW Cameras Are HARD, Harder Than Photo Booth, Anyway Edition

Also:

At my cousin’s wedding. Sweaty and bedraggled but enjoying myself very much indeed.

Lots of Tanqueray on the rocks. Kind of tipsy.

Wearing the amber necklace I made to match my dress.

I’ve put on a lot of weight in the last year, which bugs me, except my boobs look pretty fantastic and maybe the universe wants me to be fat. So be it. 

And, the camera did not come in purple. Obvs. 

“Like King Kong, like going crazy.”

What is THAT, Mommy? 

Lyrics, baby.

Also, out of the water. 

1. Never ever going to catch up, not that there’s anything wrong with that. 

2. Wrote something longhand. It’s also long. Also.

3. In the beach bar nursing a Carib.

4. Bean is at a sleepover. 

5. Two ponytails and I took this photo five minutes ago, but now it’s raining, and I love rain.

Current status. At the beach bar with Bean. 

He’s pouting because he thinks YouTube would be a better use of this WiFi.