Some days are so bad the only thing that can make them better is to apply sunscreen on yourself as if it were icing on a cake, draw your swimsuit on and swim until the sky goes dark.

Buying dresses online also helps.

And a hat, for good measure.

I bought the new pretties at ModCloth.

And now I’m going to get in the pool and swim until my muscles seize or I’m out of breath.
Hopefully chlorine can wash the ugliness of this day away.

For what it’s worth, I know a guy who could cheer me up by leaving work early-ish and bringing me an orange popsicle.

He always makes me feel like a kid in a candy store.
Heck, he always makes me feel like he’s the motherfucking candy and I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

He’s considering a position overseas.
Not really considering, more like entertaining the idea.

He asks: “Would you be ok living in another country?”
I stare at him with a half-cocked smile.

And then it dawns on him and he says: “Oh".
And my smile completes itself.

Paris. April. Twilight. A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky.

- Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

There’s a Jitterbug Perfume Parlour in Hollywood, CA.

They are the proud creators of an Oscar Wilde Perfume Collection, a Vampire Perfume Collection and an Absinthe Perfume Collection (made with real wormwood).
They sell coffin shaped perfume flasks and perfume parlour teas amongst other very interesting items.
Their website is Opus Oils.

Despite being in Hollywood, the store manages to evoke smells, colors and shapes that belong in Parisian alleys or in Bernese basements.

It’s quite charming, if you are into that sort of thing.

Pizza, peach slushies and sharks in the pool make for a pretty nifty Saturday evening.

Kelly wrote on her blog about yesterday’s dinner:

You can eat your babies…

“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down.”
~ Unknown

So my family and I were invited to a friend’s house last night for dinner.

First off, I thought I was a good cook. Anything I do in comparison is going to look extremely pathetic, next to what Ali made. Veal, this garlic spinach pasta (which I’m eating leftovers of for breakfast) and this salad that was intensely amazing. She swears she just used white vinegar for the dressing, but dear God, it was orgasmic.

There’s this simplistic elegance to the way she cooks things, that I couldn’t ever hope to mirror. I think it’s the fact that she’s a Spaniard. Or something. I have no idea. Awesome though.

We laughed, literally, all night long. It was the most fun I’ve had in ages. Honestly, I think it was the most fun I’ve had since I got married, as normal dinner things I go to involve drunk people (which make me miserable), and Ali’s is a dry house. So grateful for her, for so many reasons.

Except the part where she told my son that it was okay to eat your babies.

He was playing a video game of hers, and asked how to protect them.

Seriously, I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. We all did.

God, I needed that.

She’s very kind.
And I was just trying to help the kid play the game…

After everyone left, Nate and I drove towards where the bright lights of the city don’t outshine the stars and watched the sky fall down.

Laying on a giant boulder, under the meteor shower and into the quiet of desert, I said: “I did well tonight.”
Nate looked at me, smiled and said: “You’re always quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
I opened my mouth to protest “No. Not always.” but I kept quiet instead.

No need to spoil a good thing.