piece of the week

we went to sabor de juarez which i can never say correctly and marc posed for the pic with the menu while a single mama stared at us like we were being offensive white peoples.

which we were.
we ordered our enchilada and tostado, got served and wolfed it down in all of ten minutes and by the time i got the camera out to take a commemorative pic for the out of towners it was all gone. we're piggies.
then i went to tj max and dressed up in threads that make me feel like dumpster fatty. why do i not grow boobs when i grow fat?
i was three centimeters from buying the lindsay lohan leggings but marc talked me out of it. i really need them for a black shirt that i wear as a dress and it's see through. bla bla bla.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
younger brother had a birthday party so we trekked to moriarty and blew up forty balloons. did you know that when a chicken dies its tongue hangs out of its beak. it's incredibly sad and i always cry when chickens die even though they'd never do the same for me.

however, i do not cry when skunks die because i think skunks hiss and it becomes too reminiscent of snake characteristics.
my brother and his gf are in drama and i always go to his plays at moriarty gymnasium stage. i want to scream everything i know about life to the kids there and it's no fair that they have to learn it all for themselves.
just hang my sun drenched skin in new mexico when i'm finished. we walked the land for a little under an hour. surveyed the blooms on the trees and checked for holes in the fence. ran our fingers over irrigation hose and talked to the horse. we rototilled the bean garden and i sat under a russian olive tree.