SEASHELL NELL

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Post of happy things. Like smiles and laughter and silly shrugs.

My past few days have been full of my car failing and failing and failing again and my hair getting to that point of “HAIRCUT. NEEDS. TO. HAPPEN” but I’m trying to get the cut to wait another week and my body being like, “Is this a good time for a cold? Maybe? I think it might be?” while I try to convince it through love and vitamins and fluids that: no, now is not a good time for a cold. (A good time for a cold is “never”).

BUT. There have been other beautiful things. And those are the things I’ll document via photographs. Photos, photos, photos!

Reused photo of the guinea pig.
Reused photo of the guinea pig.

Paul asked me if I would give the guinea pig a bath. I said I would, I usually do around Easter.

“This has less to do with the fact that Jesus rose from the dead,” Paul said, “and more to do with the fact that Kiwi is getting…sticky.”

This sign documents the feelings of the majority of the population. The minority being those without driveways to shovel.
This sign documents the feelings of the majority of the population. The minority being those without driveways to shovel.

Although, we are slated for more snow tomorrow and everyone is secretly wishing for three more inches so we can beat the last record on the books…set in 1865, I think? Cross your fingers.

Or don’t.

At this point, though, if we’re already competing: why not win, right?

Pinecone.
Pine cone.

Pine cones are cute.

I took this as I walked home from the bus stop after my car failed.

A bunch of young men (and one lady) in historic attire recreating momentous 1776 memories via song-and-dance.
A bunch of young men (and one lady) in historic attire recreating momentous 1776 memories via song-and-dance.

I went to a play at the seminary over the weekend. HOLY COW. It was so good. So so so so so good. I would elaborate, but then I would never stop…and we have pictures to view.

Party para Marcus.
Party para Marcus.

My dad turned older on Saturday, we went to the play and out for Mexican food (his favorite) on Saturday.

I like this picture for two reasons. One, I like how he is the only one who caught the camera. He funded his own party, and I like that he is the one who knows what’s up. Secondly, I think it’s funny that that rounded window-thing mocks his round head. (It’s a shallow reason, I know).

Another party picture, just because.
Another party picture, just because.

I like the movement in this one, the movement of a party.

This one makes me laugh because these two are perpetually discovering even MORE ways in which they are alike. "I love fish!" "Me too!" "I'm lactose-intolerant!" "Me too!" You'd think 22 years of cousin-ness would have uncovered all the similarities. But: NOPE. Still more to discover!
This one makes me laugh because these two are perpetually discovering even MORE ways in which they are alike. “I love fish!” “Me too!” “I’m lactose-intolerant!” “Me too!” You’d think 22 years of cousin-ness would have uncovered all the similarities. But: NOPE. Still more to discover!

Last week Josh called me at work for the first time and I answered with my professional-voice.

“Hello?” he asked, “is that you?”
I assured him it was.
“Wow!” he said, “You sound like a robot! But, like, a loving-robot.”

I dug the clarification.

Sweet gum bulb!
Sweet gum bulb!

I just always like to see these.

Thought I’d share.

Detroit nudges via street art.
Detroit nudges via street art.

Really, it’s time to create more.

Hence:

This space.
This space.

I rented the above space. On May 10th me and some awesome people are going to get together in the early morning and, by that evening, will perform a series of original shows. So mark your calendar. It will be fun and extra fun.

Lastly:

I received a thank you card from Paul and Christine for certain tokens of birthday acknowledgement.
I received a thank you card from Paul and Christine for certain tokens of birthday acknowledgement.

Paul’s comments are perplexing.

You are pretty cool, even when you steal my toys.

Comment: WHAT? I steal approximately zero toys. If anything, Paul steals mine. He’s a grade A ukulele stealer!

I just turned 5, that’s only one year younger than you!

This is false. He turned 25…which is one year younger than me, actually.

And maybe, God-willing, one day I will be as tall as you.

Huh.

I’m going to show you the most flattering picture ever taken of me, just so you can compare our heights.

Wanna buy some death sticks?
Wanna buy some death sticks?

With the added volume of some quality hair-product…he’s still taller.

Still, I cannot argue with the quality of the picture he drew.

🙂

3 thoughts on “Post of happy things. Like smiles and laughter and silly shrugs.

  1. Ok love that you dressed up as the death sticks guy. One of the underrated only good parts of Episode II besides Ewan McGregor and his beardiness.
    Also I’m glad 1776 was good! It’s my favorite obscure musical and I was so excited to go see it but alas a stomach bug attacked me while I was out with friends Friday night so I was out of commission for the weekend. (Saddest extrovert moment ever but the toll of working in public education).
    Enjoying the artsy pics too.

    1. Booo to stomach bugs. Hope you’re feeling better soon! But, yeah, the play was really, good. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack ever since. 🙂

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