In which quel's name is forgotten by yet another party (Vinciane)
Me: FRUDU!!! Blood has been spilled this night!!
Sister: What?! How did you get to be Legolas, this is such CRAP!
Me: (in charge of radio) *settles on rap station*
Sister: I. will. hurt. you.
Nuuu! My fortress has been BREECHED! I'm PEELING! Well, not really. There's not actual skin, you know, COMING OFF. But on my shoulders there are these little patches where it's lighter underneath! I think that might be from the first time I went to the beach and burned a little...
ANYway, in MORE beach news, I have discovered yet another weapon to be used against the elements of the earth in my time of need: SPF FIFTY!!! :oD I thought 45 was the highest, I really did. But no, I have discovered STRONGER, more POWERFUL defenses! Oooo, GOT to get a hold of that somehow...
We've adopted a stray. We now have four dogs. Four. That is... quite a large number of pets. Plus sister's cat. And sister's snake. I feel like I'm living in Ace Ventura's apartment.
So yesterday we went to South Beach. The second we arrived at the beach it started raining. In order to try and keep dry, we wrapped cangas around ourselves (a practice I'm quite familiar with). We felt like the Fellowship, ducking under our head cloaks and pattering along in our bare feet. It was great, we quickly determined that sister was Frodo, I was Legolas, and Gene beared a striking resemblance to Arwen.
Upon arrival into the car, I got to sit shotgun and was in charge of music. Now, I wonder if any of you know just how bad Miami radio stations are? Sha, this city has some SHIT taste in music. Went back and forth between y100 and "90.5" (Gene's choice) -- African tribal music with some country blues mixed up in there from time to time. Sister, not used to such exposure, nearly died. Hilarity ensued.
Sister: What?! How did you get to be Legolas, this is such CRAP!
Me: (in charge of radio) *settles on rap station*
Sister: I. will. hurt. you.
Nuuu! My fortress has been BREECHED! I'm PEELING! Well, not really. There's not actual skin, you know, COMING OFF. But on my shoulders there are these little patches where it's lighter underneath! I think that might be from the first time I went to the beach and burned a little...
ANYway, in MORE beach news, I have discovered yet another weapon to be used against the elements of the earth in my time of need: SPF FIFTY!!! :oD I thought 45 was the highest, I really did. But no, I have discovered STRONGER, more POWERFUL defenses! Oooo, GOT to get a hold of that somehow...
We've adopted a stray. We now have four dogs. Four. That is... quite a large number of pets. Plus sister's cat. And sister's snake. I feel like I'm living in Ace Ventura's apartment.
So yesterday we went to South Beach. The second we arrived at the beach it started raining. In order to try and keep dry, we wrapped cangas around ourselves (a practice I'm quite familiar with). We felt like the Fellowship, ducking under our head cloaks and pattering along in our bare feet. It was great, we quickly determined that sister was Frodo, I was Legolas, and Gene beared a striking resemblance to Arwen.
Upon arrival into the car, I got to sit shotgun and was in charge of music. Now, I wonder if any of you know just how bad Miami radio stations are? Sha, this city has some SHIT taste in music. Went back and forth between y100 and "90.5" (Gene's choice) -- African tribal music with some country blues mixed up in there from time to time. Sister, not used to such exposure, nearly died. Hilarity ensued.