officially summer

Today (Friday!) I made ceviche... super delicious. I bought some shrimp to go in there too, pre cooked frozen gigantic ones and they tasted so salty. Pretty tasty. I threw some Tabasco in my bowl and L. came in later  from playing and had some too. I didn't bother to force the family meal thing tonight. I really just wanted to sit there, enjoy my food, drink some iced tea and read my book at the table uninterrupted.
L. was MIA (but later found hanging with the downstairs neighbors.)
C ate with me.
One, Napoleon, don't be jealous, one's been on the internet chatting with babes all day.
But the situation with MIA Boy was bothering me. They really do always come in when the streetlights come on. At first C. told me he was out in the yard. That's of course were they parted ways. Little Bit came up to have some dinner, Bigger Bit took off for to find some entertainment.
Finally, the more I talked to C. the less I was convinced he had any idea where his brother was. I went to get in the car and hunt down MIA boy. I had fully pulled the van out of the garage when I saw, {and thought to ask} the downstairs neighbor, JJ...
Is my boy at your apartment? Yes? Ugh.
What if I had gone driving around and not found him. Lord have mercy. I'm going to just tie them all up.
So finally he showed up, at the table. His back was striped with mud droplets from driving his bike through puddles all day.
C. was done eating and had gone to bed.
L. noticed the Tabasco. He put a drop in his bowl and was in heaven. That one appreciates a nice hot spicy somethin'. Then he threw several drops on the popcorn. Then he ate some popcorn with Tabasco.
Then he started running around hyperventilating.
Milk, I said, from over the top edge of my book.
He hopped around.
Milk, I said.
He ran out of the room. He ran back in, grabbed the stool and fished a cup out of the cabinet for water.
Milk, I said. Book down. Seriously, I'm telling you, here's a nice big glass of milk. Where did you go?
To the bathroom! {rolling eyes}
Why?
To look at my tongue! {waggles tongue at me}
What's wrong with your tongue?
It's red!
Your tongue is not red. So here, have milk.
Really?{panting}
Yes, milk is the cure for too much Tabasco.
{Can there be such a thing? Maybe it's a regional thing... he likes it because he's only half diluted Louisiana-ian. Just not very large quantities. Because there is that dilution of the hot n spicy goodness.}

Later this evening The Big Guy and I split a box of DIY highlights... I think mine look great, he's less impressed with his... He thinks we didn't do a good job and next time should go to a professional.

That's how you know it's summer. Ceviche and DIY highlighting kits.


In other news, during class we had fake-class on Thursday morning. The fake-teacher fake-taught us about Knitta, an underground Houston or something based knitting group with a controversially racist-undertoned name and a delightful habit of tagging trees, public buildings, posts, with knit squares of multicolored cuteness. I was the major crochet wiz in class. I told her I'd portray the gifted student. Ha ha.
I whipped through two squares before the 3 men in class had two rows done. So while the others went one at a time to discuss their philosophy paper with the professor (after the fake-real-lesson) I made and tagged the faucet in the drawing room with this:




I made one for the professor's office doorknob too, especially because on Wed. he told me he doesn't like yarn. He rejected the idea of leaving it on there though. So I turned it into a decoration for my carbonated beverage bottle.Ugh. I hate carbonated beverages, they give me an upset stomach. Usually I shake all the bubbles out of them.

Yesterday there was a rainbow.