I had lunch yesterday with my mom and aunt. It was good timing, it forced me to shower and leave my house.
We drove through the canyon to get to the beach. I have a love/hate relationship with the canyons. They are twisty and make me nauseous, but I love the moment when you take that final turn and can see the sparkling blue ocean.
The restaurant we ate at was near the water, so I took lots of deep breaths of that sea air.
I got Mexican corn, my favorite.
As I munched on chips and salsa, I unknowingly put my finger in bird poop. Then I grabbed a chip, popped it in my mouth, and started chewing away…then I saw my finger. So yeah, I ate some bird poop.
That pretty much sums up my life right now.
(Don’t worry, I disinfected my mouth and brain with tequila.)