the rain's making us go insane.

patrycia: clouds are the bastards of the sky.

today we took a bus trip around the island, woohoo. first stop was the dole pineapple plantation where we ordered what else but the monstrosity that is a pineapple split. the lady looks at us and is like, "it feeds four to five people." and we're like, "yeah, we know." and of course we were gawked at once again. the nice people next to us gave us napkin roses. they were actually very lovely.

then our next stop was the vegetarian cafe at a natural food store in haleiwa (which is up on the north shore). the place is psychedelic. we had some crazy-ass nachos and tea in beer mugs. i also got myself some gluten-free cookies, huzzah.

yeah, and then there were no more stops. for it was raining all day. again. so we sat in the bus and looked at the pretty ocean from the window. patrycia continues to curse the clouds.

and now we are home sweet home and have just come up from sitting in the jacuzzi. in the rain. patrycia was sitting on a plastic bag under an umbrella. i was sitting underwater.

and now we are lying around listening to irish jig-dancing music thinking about fried rice but too lazy to get up and make it.

patrycia: i wish i had a little dwarf running around and making us food.

we are up to much ridiculous nonsensity, stealing palm trees and making forts and jig dancing and cursing clouds and coloring and pushing all the buttons on the elevators and learning how to say ovaries in polish, as well as other such mischievousness.

patrycia: i'm raiding your kitchen! like a pirate!

yar.

update:
patrycia says, "tus ovarios son helicópteros!"