More Mad Martha

Some more photos from this past weekend (and my what a glorious weekend- baking on Friday, dehydration Saturday, then Brazilian barbecue + shopping + lobster on Sunday. Short of a Sox-Yankees series and/or meeting Jesus, can you think of a better combination?).

That's Amy, being slowly buried in the sand and eating my shorts.

Christina, who had a tiring afternoon slowly covering Amy with sand. She also takes the cake for my new favorite sacrilegious question: what's your preferred method of martyrdom? That is, of course, if you are willing to die for your faith. Some people aren't:

Sarah: Oh, I've already told God, I ain't martyring. I prefer massages and pedicures.

And some people aren't quite familiar with methods of martyrdom:

Nate: I'd like to jump out of a building.

The girl in yellow in the middle was totally posing. And pulled it off much better than these two fools.

Supervisor: Starting tomorrow [when a new research assistant with my initials and last name is starting], can we change your name to Peaches to make things easier?

Moi: Why do I have to change? What about the new kid?

Supervisor: 'Cause she's older than you. Now, I'm thinking sort of a Cher thing, no last name, just Peaches. Is that OK?

Respect just follows me wherever I go.