Sis and I just got home from a cruise to Mexico. Yes, we’ve done it before. But you can never purchase too many sombreros, that’s what I always say.

Anyhoo. Home again, home again. I continue to have difficulty with stewards in the towel folding department. Take a look. Bunny and his squid? His lobster? His dirty laundry?

Not much has changed in Mexico in the last year. Oh, except this. I know you might think this is a snap of the ancient Anasazi cliff dweller ruins in Colorado. But you’d be wrong about that, along with all the other mistakes you’ve made this week. It is condo world outside of Cabo. Attractive, huh?

This particular ship library was just awful. 14 books, eight of them in German. Otherwise, I would never have been forced to actually pick up this one. I’m so embarrassed.

Sis and I met a couple who actually enjoyed our company, and we liked them a lot. They both have borderline cases of Asperger’s disease, a condition that involves communication difficulties and poor social interaction. This, of course, leads me to question what sort of signals Sis and I might be sending.

On the flight home, I discovered I suffer from another phobia, one that does not involve anything with more than four legs. It’s the Oh Jesus I Have My Shirt Caught In the Seat Belt Buckle And I Will Never Be Able To Get Out Of This Fucking Plane phobia. I do not wish this on anyone. And, if you happen to be the person who was in the seat next to me: I really apologize for the elbow jabs and whimpering and suggestion that I would be fine if you would just get the hell out of that seat and leave me alone. Please see former note on Asperger’s.

I leave you with this Mexican sunrise. Hasta luego.