It’s yaw bit of stuff!

Tyoozday, shag day, remembah?? Somehow chronic lack of sleep brings me to Gwyneth Paltrow’s sorry British accent. I’m all over the place.

A bit maudlin yesterday, eh?

Well today started out beachly enough.

Dawn:

Coffee:

Empty beach at noon:

Except for this guy:

So we set up our staging area:

And for the first time during this whole vacation, really, I actually DID something. I caught a fish:

Now, you may have some questions about this picture. I will readily admit to being confused about it myself upon first viewing. In anticipation of your concerns, I will try to answer your queries as best I can by addressing them in the same order in which they occurred to me and with the same answers I provided to myself:

Q: Where did all your hair go?

A: I cut it all off. Why do we continue to be surprised by this? Remember? Going to Jennifer? She took the scissors, and snipsnipsnip? Get a handle on it already.

Q: What are you doing with that fish that you so admirably caught?

A: Your guess is as good as mine. Dancing with it? Smooching at it? Using it as a microphone? (Actually, suggestions here are welcome. I’m still not clear on this point.)

Q: Why is your torso shaped like an avocado?

A: Five words – Wind in the sweatshirt, bitches.

Q: Why is there a pink pooch-out on your butt right there?

A: Thirty-nine words: The camera case was around my shoulder like so, right? So then it sort of twisted while I was doing my little fish mambo and hiked up my teensy pink towel skirt a smidge. So that’s how that happened.

Q: Jeepers, body conscious much?

A: Yeeps, ya think?

Anyways, my fish and I we just gotta say, uh HUH. Yeah.

Word to tha muthafucka. Straight outtahahahahaI’m so white…..