On Saturday, I headed down to San Diego, where Aunt B. welcomed me with a bit of her famous grafitti art.
I also got a chance to visit with Great Grampa Stan.Dispatches From Behind (Crib) Bars.
On Saturday, I headed down to San Diego, where Aunt B. welcomed me with a bit of her famous grafitti art.
I also got a chance to visit with Great Grampa Stan.
Don't worry. I'm OK. (That's ketchup on my cheeks.) I just spent a few hours at the ER this evening. I got into a fight with a chair, and the chair won. As a consolation prize, I received a burger and fries from Del Taco, and I evaded bedtime for several hours. I earned it. The doctor and the nurse had to strap me down Hannibal Lecter-style. Only my nose poked through the covering for the doctor to do his work. And I was awake for the whole thing! My parents were ecstatic.
The sun was shining, so my crew and I headed down to Manhattan Beach for a lazy afternoon in the fresh air. First, we had lunch at the Kettle, an old favorite.
I could not wait for the Super Bowl to end so I could get home to watch the latest installment of "Downton Abbey." I just wish PBS would air it at a more reasonable hour. Not that I care, but my parents seem to think that I should go to bed around 8:oo p.m., and my program doesn't start until 9:00 p.m. What's a girl to do? I can't miss out on my Mr. Bates, Lady Mary, and Captain Crawley. I mean, seriously....
I'm obsessed!
*photo courtesy of Suriya's dad
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