It was merely a statement of fact.

In other news, I'm trying to come up with activities to do with my folks while they're here. My mom always wants to do wine country but it's not feasible given the amount of time they're here. Then I thought...Santa Barbara has wineries. Maybe we can do that on Sunday.

OOOOH! Fun! Wineries are always fun. And you can do a pretend Sideways. Minus the infidelity.

Kristen, we have a AAA Southern and Central California Wineries map which we can give ya on Saturday. Lots of choices.

sarameg, funny booze is always a good answer.

AAA has a wineries map?

I give them money, they need to give me that map.

edit: Three As, not two. AA passing out winery maps would be wrong.

Oh thanks! That would be great.

AA passing out winery maps would be wrong.

But funn-ee.

South America is South America! Nasty things can kill you here too -- it's pretty much people killing me, or perhaps weather that'll keep me from visiting places.

Hell, if my plane breaks up with me in it, digging eggs out of my skin afterwards is a privilege.

My best vacation ever was in Caracas. There were other factors at play besides location for making it the best, but still. The best. Not exactly the wilds, though. The weather was perfect-o. Birthplace, Buenos Aires. No memories of it, but in the home movies? Beautiful. My mother says Buenos Aires was her favorite of the places we lived. I want to visit - pilgrimage to the natal site!

I really liked Bolivia, once I got past the altitude sickness. And the food in Peru was good. Panama was the best for animal- and bird-watching, but it's not technically South America.

SO jealous of Perkins and her Galapagos trip.

I am sleep-deprived. The wind is howling down off the mountain and making these moaning roaring noises through our windows and shutters. I sheeted out our awnings pretty tight, but the landlord did not, so there's occasional snapping of canvas, and their metal porch swing is banging against the porch railing and echoing through the house like a drum.

However, I have trained myself to sleep through everything but baby noise, so I'd be fine except that my DH, in his 5:00 am haze, decided the noise was the landlord vaccuuming, and got angry, and sort of huffed and tossed and griped for the next couple hours. I tried to point out that not even our landlord would vaccuum at 5:00 am, but after they rang our doorbell at 3:30 am a couple weeks ago, he'll believe anything.

edit: shiny number!

GOOD MORNING, NATTER.

settle down there, chippy.

I feel like my eyes are so puffy that I can only see like 2/3 normal. need more sleep.