out, damned spot!

I just spent about thirty seconds trying to wipe a crumb off of my lip and then I realized it wasn't a crumb. It was a freckle. I didn't even know you could get freckles on your lips but APPARENTLY you can. Or at least I can. Jealous? You shouldn't be. My face is an explosion of freckles right now. I'd show you, but I haven't put my Myrtle Beach pictures on my computer yet. Sorry.

Anyway, I'm back. We got back late last night, which means I'm tired and whiny today. Whinier than usual, even, which is pretty whiny. I called Joe earlier and was all, "I'm tiiiiiiired," until finally he said he was going to hang up and I should call back when I was an adult again. I'm afraid, though, that I'll never really be an adult, mwaahaahaa.

I don't know. I'm tiiiiiired! I couldn't sleep last night because, in an effort to stay awake until I got home, I drank a shitload of caffeine (truth: I got a drink from Starbucks just because I was bored and had a gift card). The reason I couldn't stay awake is because we went to the beach for four hours before flying home and being at the beach is hard! It's true! It's really warm and the sand is all hot and you get sand all over EVERYTHING, no matter how hard you try not to, and then you get in the ocean and the waves try to beat you up and steal your swimsuit. Plus also, you might have to save a little girl's life like I did one day. There I was, just sitting and relaxing and reading my book, when I looked over to the umbrella next to ours and saw a little girl clutching the umbrella stand, crying, and shifting from foot to foot.

I was all, "are you OK?" and she emphatically shook her head no. "Are you lost?" I asked and she replied, "My feet hurt!" so I motioned for her to come under our umbrella. I asked where her adult was and noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes so her feet were probably burning off of her body. Because that is how hot the sand was that day. TRUE STORY. Anyway. I picked her up and we went walking down the beach, looking for her particular blue umbrella in a sea of blue umbrellas. Luckily, a lady eventually ran up to us and claimed her, which was good because I was tempted to keep her. She was almost as cute as a puppy.

So maybe I am an adult, after all. Even though a stewardess on one of our flights asked if I was old enough to sit next to the emergency exit because she claims I look 12*. I blame the freckles.

*Just . . . what? That lady was crazypants.

(very) brief hiatus

As you may have noticed, I haven't felt much like blogging lately. Unless, of course, it's to post videos or lists or something that doesn't require too much time or effort. I've started this crazy habit of not even turning on my computer once I get home from work. Used to be, I'd come home, flip open my laptop, and see what emails were awaiting me after my long commute. Now the thought of staring at the computer screen when I could be reading or going to concerts or watching the swans or YES, EVEN RUNNING makes me want to scoop out my eyeballs with a plastic spoon.

I've been watching less TV, too, if you can believe it. In fact, there are whole evenings when I don't even turn on the TV. And if I do, it's to watch a super cute movie and then spend the rest of the night trying to figure out how to make sure my future children have adorable British accents.

I leave for Myrtle Beach in a couple of days, and I've decided not to take my laptop with me, which means: no e-mail, no Google Reader (le gasp!), and no blogging. Because, you see, I intend to fully enjoy the sun and the ocean before I come back to Ohio's weather shenanigans. Keep your fingers crossed, please, that Myrtle Beach's weather is kinder than Ohio's.

See you next week.