Must… fight… despair. I’m sitting in a small studio co-op in Montauk, NY. It’s pouring. The place is a little small for five people. Well, actually, it’s REALLY small for five people. My two oldest have been up since 5:15am. Maggie is conked out. My youngest is still sleeping... but it appears he wet the bed. Whee! (Or is that wee?)
The cool thing is that I’m posting this with my PowerBook via my Verizon 710 bluetooth phone. Yay, technology! The other cool thing is that I’m wearing boxer briefs, and look fairly fetching.
It’s supposed to rain today and tomorrow. Possibly more, if Katrina’s remnants come this way. I’m not sure what the point is of staying here, if it’s raining. I’ve got to find something fun for us to do today, or we’re going to kill each other.
I know, I know, I’m lucky to have the chance to take a vacation. Screw you.
Love to all. Even you, the lady who probably should buy a slightly fuller suit.
3 comments:
Montauk in the rain is beautiful. Walk the beach?
Go to the lighthouse?
I dunno. Montauk, to me, is like the best place on the island. :>
I think when you have three kids, it changes that persepective. A walk on the beach is significantly less romantic, you know?
'Smatta? Yer kids don't like the beach? :>
If not, invite me over, hire a babysitter, and we can take in the sights.
Or I'll babysit and YOU can go to the beach. Either way.
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