I am now here.

Enjoy.

RABBIT RABBIT! Happy September 1st, everyone!

So there we were sitting in our glory [We relish days like this, the big r took the day off]. I walked in the office with two very tasty caramel machiatto's, handed one to favorite officemate, went to my desk, took a deep breath and said aloud, "My this is a glorious day."

"Yes my sweet, that it is." Officemate responds.

However, for some reason we could not really enjoy the day. It was spent in confusion, possibly because we took too much down time, surfing the web, looking for new jobs. Towards the end of the day I had to put out a fire, which dazed me even more. Then,

"Do I smell?" Officemate begins sniffing herself.

"Emma, smell me." She begs.

"Girl, get the hell away from me." She walks towards me and I motion for her to stop a foot away from me.

"Okay, walk slowly towards me. Okay, stop." I start to fan my arms in the air trying to get a whiff of her.

"No, you don't smell. But remember, this happened to me yesterday. I thought I smelled ass lingering in the air."

[Yesterday I was having a conniption cause I swear I smelled ass in the air, I thought it was me. It wasn't. Apparently the ass smell came back and officemate had to suffer through it today] All day she kept sniffing herself and THEN, I got a whiff of it again.

"GEEZ. Where's it coming from?" I said with disgust.

We begin sniffing ourselves, our arms, our hair, we even strained to sniff our crotch area.

"It isn't me." We said in unison.

"Sniff your chair." I ordered.

She sniffs her chair. It's not her chair. "I don't know about you but I refuse to work in an environment that smells like ass. I'm going home." Officemate laughs.

First thing tomorrow, Mr. Building Manager will be called to inspect the "ass" smell.

The ride to Sandy Neck [ranked as one of the best beaches on the Cape] was smooth, no traffic [of course, we all got up at the ass crack of dawn to make the trip], and with no wrong turns. We arrived safe and sound around 9 AM, and one of the first ones there, the beach was naked. We found a part of the beach that had minimal rocks but for some reason, there were friggen flies that kept attacking us, 'green heads' I heard someone say. Almost everyone on the beach was complaining about them. We moved to another area of the beach, closer to the water and slept and read.




The next thing I knew the spot we had picked out became Camp Geriatrics. Everywhere we looked, there they were. I couldn't fall asleep as I could hear stories of how Betty fell down the hill and shattered her shoulder. Did you know it's better if you just break your bones rather than shatter them?

One of the elderly men looked like Ted Kennedy, a Ted Kennedy with no shirt on. You be the judge.

It was weird I tell you. They all seemed to congregate around us. It was like they were trying to suck our young energy away from us.

[Don't get me wrong, I love old people]

We tried to emerse ourselves in the water but it was too cold. It pained us to stand ankle deep in the water, but we realized that the longer you'd stand in it, the pain would subside. We soon found ourselves waist deep in the ocean. I, however, managed to take an exhilarating dip, neck deep, in the what it felt to be 65 degree water.

[One of the weird things was, the elderly people seemed to enjoy this cold water. They were the only ones swimming in it]

We stayed for about 6 hours, and headed back home. As we drove North, we looked opposite the highway and the traffic just trying to get past the Bourne Bridge was congested. It made us happy that we drove in at 8 AM.

All in all, we had fun.

I am burnt. It hurts. It's okay though. I'll be alright, miserable, but fine.