Straight No Chaser

Ugly

yaarrrrrrrr, it's pirate day and i'm wearing an eyepatch. yaarrrrrrrrrr!!!

outside of a setting like this, i would never ever ever be gutsy enough to dress up like a hula dancer or a pirate or whoever i'll be next thursday. even with other adults/college students around, kids make for a seriously uninhibited environment. i've said "yarrrr" at least ten times today, out loud.

walking isabel to the bus yesterday, i was feeling sticky and disgusting and just generally tired of being prey to the elements, eight hours a day. my hair was piled up on top of my head in this ugly wet sort of rat's nest, and my skin was pretty dry from the rain, and isabel, who babbles a lot, to the point where it's rare that she's not issuing some really random statement like this, said, "you're so pretty, miss shannon. you're thin, and pretty, and your hair is pretty, and i think you're pretty!"

(i raised an eyebrow at the "you're thin" part. but izzy is pretty thin, too, so hopefully we're not looking at a future eating disorder, or anything.)

i am not pretty, particularly not looking the way i did yesterday.

so, i love kids.