i'm toast.
that's right, burnt at the beach. thighs, arms, tummy, tips of ears burnt. and at the beach that means wearing t-shirts to the shore, or sitting up on the balcony listening to stories from my aunt, cousin, and her husband while fending off a little boy who constantly wants to jump on me, and ultimately, my sunburn.
fortunately, or unfortunately, timmy has one bright red south american chest today also, so we'll share the experience. they're telling him now of stephen, aunt marcia's still-born son who followed two previous miscarriages. they shut the patio door so it seems i'll have to go back out to hear anything.
i really enjoyed being home to murfreesboro last week (except for trying to find a place for all my things from school). if anyone knows of short-term jobs that need to be done, let me know. i'm able to work about one random week at a time and am willing to do almost anything for cash right now. i said almost anything. but i really need money for this big trip.
one week until i move a little west on this coast, and no doubt it's about 10 times hotter...