Correction: Boobs. I had a long chat with Maude yesterday and it turns out I was wrong about the boobs.
I mean, yes, the women did roll them up like tin cans. But Maude said they rolled them under, rather than up. This seems like it would be a lot more difficult to execute.
She agreed, but said that it was aesthetically more pleasing. Which I guess would be true. I revised the picture to reflect this - you can judge.
I just felt you ought to know. I'd hate to mislead any of you.
Detail: Truth of Mood. Also, please bear in mind how truth of mood I am.
I always mean what I say, emphatically and entirely, the moment I say it. So last week, when Nick emailed me the picture of Cheladas, and asked if he should buy some, I said, "No way in hell. Don't even think you're going to kiss me with beer tomato clam breath."
And then like 12 hours later I was all, "So, we should totally try this! Would you bring some home?"
I don't mean to be difficult. It's more like I've already forgotten my prior position. Yes, a number of men in my past found this challenging.
Fortunately, Nick is strong like bull.
Detail: Fall hikes. It's not that I hate hiking, or even hate fall that much. I mean, it makes me nervous, because it's pre-winter. These are the fall dreads.
My issue is with the people who don't understand depression, who think that telling you things like "Cheer up!" "Go dancing!" "Snap out of it!" is helpful. They are the same ones who say, "Oh, just take a nice hike! That'll make you feel good!"
I'm not trying to dissuade anyone from hiking in the fall. Take your nice fall hike and send me a picture. Seriously. I promise I don't sit around all "Fuck the fucking fall hiker fucks!"
This reminds me! Fall! Fucking Shoulder Season! What I would really like to know is, how is a person to get dressed anymore? Do you know how hard it is to dress for fall when it insists on being hot and humid?