My water stinks
I don't know if I just noticed it, or if there's been some sort of change recently, but when I get out of the shower, I have a strange sort of musky, manly scent clinging to me that wasn't there before. So I guess it's not all bad (that's a positive spin on it. You could also call it something close to BO). I've noticed it in the toilet, as well (so no, it's not just some hormonal change in my body from drinking too much Ultra Heat Treated milk from who-knows-where).
At any rate, I'm just posting this because I'm going to Cusco tomorrow morning to meet up with some friends coming from Alaska. We're going to hike the Inca Trail (something I'm much more interested in doing now that I have some friends coming) and do some touristy stuff for a few days. Eric is only here for 9 days though, so I'll be back in La Paz soon to wrap up my interviews here.
So at any rate, like I was going to say, the reason I'm posting this tripe now is becaue I will probably be mostly incommunicado for the next 9 days - no blogging, no Skype, and little emailing. So I just wanted to let you all know that it won't be necessary to send "Where are you? Are you OK?" emails. I'm not going to point fingers, but the main culpret is one of the people who carried me in their womb for nine months (or ten months, as my sister tells me is the usual case. May as well start dispelling the myth now).
At any rate, I'm just posting this because I'm going to Cusco tomorrow morning to meet up with some friends coming from Alaska. We're going to hike the Inca Trail (something I'm much more interested in doing now that I have some friends coming) and do some touristy stuff for a few days. Eric is only here for 9 days though, so I'll be back in La Paz soon to wrap up my interviews here.
So at any rate, like I was going to say, the reason I'm posting this tripe now is becaue I will probably be mostly incommunicado for the next 9 days - no blogging, no Skype, and little emailing. So I just wanted to let you all know that it won't be necessary to send "Where are you? Are you OK?" emails. I'm not going to point fingers, but the main culpret is one of the people who carried me in their womb for nine months (or ten months, as my sister tells me is the usual case. May as well start dispelling the myth now).
posted by Devin Malone at 11:12 AM
1 Comments:
Boy,did I go to alot of trouble to tell you why you stink,son. I had to create my own blog which I will probably never use except to be able to remind you about those long 9-10 months of nausea and suffering (then there was David,too,doubling the maternal suffering,for awhile)so you could exist and go to Cusco-anyway smarty-pants sons are smelly. Have tons of fun. Say hey to Eric. I will not notify the Red Cross OR come over there for 9 daze.Loving you,Mama Salli
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