I woke up this morning and grabbed my phone from the counter at the Airbnb. I was trying to surreptitiously gather my things and not awaken Erika. And then I saw this text. It caught me off guard, like a chinchilla in my underwear in the dark. I started laughing and tried to do it quietly. Which led to a coughing fit. Thanks Zach; no, I didn’t put snow back on your windshield. I wish I had thought of it though. I would have built an igloo on top of your truck. .
Look at this amazing Kwanzaa shirt I bought for $2! Erika laughed immediately when she saw it. Is it too much color for December? Or for me? Is that even possible? It’s not really a Kwanzaa shirt. But I’m not really the person people usually see. These colors, as wild as they are, they telegraph what I wish the world would look like -and doubly so in people’s minds. Not just around Christmas, but each day. Color is a reminder that we are able to see, feel, and experience much more than the black and white filter that masks everyone and everything around us.
PS it’s okay if you think I look absurd. Even Danny DeVito still gets irritated at me for impersonating him. .
I can’t control the impulse. Seeing all these umbrellas makes it increasingly problematic for me to not use my vial of confetti. If you’re currently the proud owner of an umbrella, please be cautious while opening it.
Can opener didn’t work. Knife-as-finger-opener did! Blood splatter doesn’t go well with most Airbnbs. 🙂 All the proof you need that I’m an idiot. Note: I only sliced myself because I moved my hand out of the way. Had I left it on the can, I wouldn’t have proven Darwin right! .