After a week of wearing loafers with no socks, my feet kind of smell like Fritos.
And I am kind of in to that.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Oh The HugeManatee!
Several months ago, I escaped the Northeast for sunny
Florida to have an adventure with nature’s beast, AKA the manatee. I donned an oh-so-flattering wetsuit and
gently lowered myself off the boat along with my fellow snorkelers. I say “gently
lowered” rather than “dived” because
1) we were in 3 feet of water, and
2)
manatees are afraid of splashing (Doesn’t that make you love them even more!?)
Manatees, some alone, some in groups, and a few pairs of
mothers and babies swarmed us. Sucking on our wetsuits, flapping our tushies
with their flippers, and swimming between our legs and lifting us up. I truly
felt like I was in a magical world of unicorns who shit sunshine, rainbows, and
sparkles.
To commemorate the experience, I purchased copious amounts
of manatee kitsch, including a charm necklace
with the spitting image of one of my favorite mannie’s that I met that day. I
wore it for the first time yesterday and anytime I got stressed out at work or
school, I rubbed its belly (as I did that day in the sea) and a calm came over
me.
As you can imagine, I became alarmed
when, later that evening, I realized it was gone. I scoured and retraced my steps, hoping it
was somewhere in my house, or caught on my sweater, but my manatee was nowhere
to be found. Resigned, I went upstairs and got ready for bed. As I took off my brassiere,
what should pop out, I mean, besides my boobs?... MY MANATEE NECKLACE!
Just like the memories of my magical manatee snorkel, the necklace
was held close and safe in my bosom all along.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)