It was Date Night. Mister and I headed downtown for some French food and some Jazz. It wasn’t the first Date Night, and it won’t be the last. But something was different. It didn’t feel ordinary. It…
Nobody Walks In L.A.
I was out for a nice walk the other day and it was good. Since P90-X came into our lives, I haven’t been hitting the pavement as much as I used to. I miss it. Walking is excellent…
Do I Like Beer?
These are my feet. These are not my shoes, however. They are Mister’s and they were handy when I needed to walk outside. I could critique so many things about myself in this photo, but I won’t.…
Driving Into The Desert – Continued
“On 62 is the MESSAGE FENCE we were telling you about — it’s on the south side of road with the railroad tracks to the north — it’s easy to see and worth stopping because it’s total Americana…
Hello, Muffin
I am not a complete woman: my shopping gene is curdled. Though I’m a great enabler and will help friends shop until the cows come home, I don’t enjoy shopping for myself. It isn’t fun, and I…