Sunscreen Chap

Sunburned lips.
A whole two minutes of my day was dedicated to pondering sunburned lips today. And as I write this and realize that sunburnt is in no way a real word, now I'm spending time dedicated to pondering why not. Because I think it's quite clear that sunburnt lips sounds better than sunburned lips, not that either sound good in the sense of feeling good, rather the former is just more pleasant to the ear.
That is my conclusion.

On to actual things.

The school play was pretty good. Kind of okay. Ben's physical comedy is just above and beyond all the acting is all, but that could be good or bad depending on how you look at it. If you enjoy seeing tall, lanky black men in pink feather boas I suggest you go see it.

basics iono.

I just checked my email, which is a rare occurrence, considering all the myspacing and facebooking and aiming and blogging and texting and calling and jazz. But I hate it. I hate it because I love letters. The real kind, too. The kind you get in those boxes sprouting from the ground outside the front of your house, you know? The ones that big boxy white car occasionally stops in front of and opens to generously supply you with bills and advertisements?
I WANT LETTERS.
I remember being little and oh so excited to walk down my gravely and cracked drive way down to the mailbox and bring the mail to my Momma, and then the one time a year I'd get anything I would always get angry with her if she opened it first. So all these years I've honest to god been depressed that I never get anything in the mail, except for the postcards Olivia sends me every summer from where ever she is in Europe, and now I don't get email either.
IT WAS EMPTY. EVEN MY EMAIL WAS EMPTY.
like my life.

wow emo child.


iwantlettersmorethaniwanttomeetjimhalpert.
wait, no that was a lie.
but i want them lots.

Mr. Feeny Gave out Rulers

My mother bought a bag of mints to put in a basket on the porch for Halloween. No joke. A bag of assorted mints. I walked into the store just as she was buying them and assured her of what she was purchasing, to which she replied, "No they're not mints Mayaleh, and it doesn't matter anyway."

Okay mom. So all the little kids on our street will get mints. Maybe they'll think of them as rounded candy canes and a prelude to Christmas. Or something. I'm Jewish. Anyway.

My Halloween will be spent in bed playing Explosions in the Sky and reading. Reading reading reading.
Making a promise to myself that next year I will be dressing up in something extravagant and roaming the neighborhood.

I hope you all have a fabulous time out on the streets, and come home safely.