It was a whirlwind, and also a bit of a shit storm.
A whirlwind in a shitstorm sounds awful.
Wouldn't you love to have shitwind blowing your hair back?
|first night pit stop in Pismo/Shell Beach|
|golden girl in the golden hour|
|my reaction to having my selfie privileges revoked|
|I suppose she had a point|
|nigh-night, Shell Beach|
|"what the hell is that thing?" Ohhhh *I* know what that thing is (I can hear you saying it out loud, Ellie)|
|what the hell is THAT thing?|
|Ah, it's a goober|
|This is the lot next to our hotel. The first two windows you see on the left are our bathroom and bedroom windows. That slab you see had been a building right up until they tore it down. At 7am.|
|Thank God the window screens were there to protect us from the demolition.|
Later that day, however, we arrived in lovely Saratoga.
|Girl! Dog! Sky!|
|my husband with his girlfriend|
|We also had chinese food|
|find a flea yahtzee|
|but look! dog cousins! they had an intense love/hate relationship. mostly hate.|
|I gave Clara her special Thanksgiving dinner. Yum!|
|Ahhh, there's the stuff!|
|neighborhood picked bouquet. grocery bought cupcake/rolls|
|puzzles with a cinnamon kick|
|Hey, humans! and mules|
The worst thing about Thanksgiving away is that you don't get the leftovers. But we remedied that as soon as we got home with a very special Monday night dinner: