Heh Heh... I said Pee Town
I'm taking my pasty-white ass, my beautiful son, and my sweet Old Man and heading up to the tippy-tip of Cape Cod for a week of beach-going and poem-writing in Provincetown, Mass. Mornings I'll spend in a poetry workshop and afternoons I'll spend on the beach lounging and swimming and trying not to get a sunburn. If I'm lucky, I'll come home as pale as I currently am.
So, I'll see you in a week. In Vegas fashion, visitors to Provincetown like to say "What happens in P-town stays in P-town," but I promise if anything really good happens, I'll tell all.
posted by E. | 9:19 PM
4 Comments:
Woo-hoo! Rockin' the boyshorts! Nice.
He IS beautiful, too.
Tell the truth: How much time do you spend tousling that adorable boy's hair?
Happy SPF beaching!
Go ahead and take me as a creep: YOU'RE A FRIGGIN HOTTIE. :) Ok, I'm a girl and a spazzy one, at that, so you're probably not creeped out. Dammit. I wish I could be creepy instead of covetous. ;)
Ok, back to the point: have so much fun in P-town! I have this awesome spf 55 junk for the kids' faces, but I put it everywhere...I like being irridescent, too!
And...boy=heartmeltingly cute!
Nothing pleases me more than being complimented by a spazzy girl. And I'll take the poet's compliments in the best of spirits, too.
Much tousling and sunscreen applying occurred in Provincetown, and in general we had a great time.
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