How are you me, Cass,
Cause this:
I haven't seen this week's yet, but last week she kept doing that touching her abdomen in awe/protectiveness thing.
was what I noticed in the ep as well.
and does this mean I can have Cass hair?
Sure! It needs to be washed though.
Santa Barbara! I've never been, but Bob is applying to UCSB. Is it nice?
Super nice. And the zoning authority or whoever is hard core, so each and every building is pretty.
Ugh. Queasiness is not my friend, but I ated too much pasta and hot chocolate and milk and bread at breakfast.
Santa Barbara is adorable. Especially around State St. But they don't have a Tiffany's which surprises me.
Santa Barbara! I've never been, but Bob is applying to UCSB. Is it nice?
P and her DH went to school there. Love it there. Very expensive to live once you are out of starving student mode but damn, just one of the places I would live in a heartbeat if given the chance.
Is it nice?
It's very pretty. It's the basis for Sunnydale. (I think.) Except it's got more ocean and more mountain.
I ated too much pasta and hot chocolate and milk and bread at breakfast.
That has me feeling queasy!
So my laundry room is swarming with plumbers so I (horrors!) have to go to the next building over and use their laundry room. Other people's basements are creepier than mine. But then, I think all basements are creepy.
Ben Ray was on my radio again, making me laugh (this will probably only matter to Kat and lisah.) He's an awesome talker, by which I mean he can hold forth quite eloquently. We now have parking meters downtown that service no parking spaces but a quarter can move the hand from Despair to Hope for about 5 seconds. Despair is the default.
Must sit around, waiting on laundry, Can't really start anything until that is done.
He looked kind of hipster-ish, so not Alan Ball or Marc Cherry, but maybe someone along those lines? Any ideas?
The one that comes to come to mind is the guy who did the OC.
I ated too much pasta and hot chocolate and milk and bread at breakfast.
My Chicken Taco and Coffee breakfast has not sit well with me.
I got up early and fixed my dvd player (I took it apart and there was a disk stuck all the way in), and picked up packages at the post office, and then went to the Mountain Hardware Factory Sale, at which I bumped into half a dozen people I knew and spent $350 on a new jacket, climbing tights, running top, ski pants, a new tent, and a bunch of gifts. And now I am home having eaten some take-out California roll and my back aches from standing in line at the sale for 90 minutes. Or more. More, actually.
Oh, and I got a great new pair of pants at Title 9.