I'm Hooked

This happens every time I get sick: I get hooked on a new show.

Castle. I LOVE IT. Have you seen it? What do you think?

Icky and Ew

Dear Spiders,

I don't love all of God's creations. If I see one itty bit of your ick-y and ew-y selves, your life expectancy will be drastically reduced.

Thanks,
Laura

Las Brisas, Every Time

Every time Fred comes into town, we do Las Brisas. No, really. EVERY time.

You might have seen a new profile picture on Facebook, which happens every time he comes into town and immediately following their fantastic all-you-can-eat brunch. And why not--he's such a handsome guy! (not to mention hilarious and one of my best friends ever--love him! Thank the high heavens he mentioned St. Anthony in his Sacrament Meeting talk all those years ago, the tiny town in Idaho where his mom grew up, and where my mom grew up, too--that started this whole friendship)

Books, DVDs, and More Books--Oh My!

Given my love for books, DVDs, and even more books, Amazon Prime might just be the DEATH of me. Anyone else have it? Love it? Overuse it? Ahem.

Yay!

And it came to pass, that The Gardeners came today, and there was much rejoicing in Kobe's land.

YAY!

Last week was just too sad.

iSick

I've been sick since Sunday. Not so much fun. So, in an effort to make healing as easy on my body as possible, I've essentially been vegan since Saturday night: green smoothies, Living Fuel (powdered super food, not unlike green smoothies, that you blend with water, the stuff Brooke once said she wanted to try when we were roommates, but couldn't bring herself to--I never had to worry about roommates taking my food), and apples and tangerines are really all I've eaten.

While I'm really craving some Chipotle, I gotta say it's not all bad. Heaven knows I won't maintain this one bit when I'm over this blasted cold, but good to know I won't shrivel up and die if I don't eat my beloved barbacoa or pepperjack cheese or something else yummy for four days.

Thursdays

Dear Gardeners,

My dog looks forward to your visits every week--he thinks you come for him, not the yard!--and every time a truck parks anywhere near our house on a Thursday (yes, he knows which day Thursday is) morning or afternoon before you've come, he runs outside and starts talking, I mean, barking, hoping the truck is yours.

You know how much he loves you guys; he has a special bark reserved just for you. You guys are awesome and play with him every week, and have for over a decade now.

You haven't come yet today, and he's beside himself. SUPER sad. Please come soon.

Thanks,
Kobe's Mom

Black Labs are Fun!

I love it when the neighbor's black Lab, Scoot, randomly meanders up four houses to our house, scooches in the gate, squeezes through an open door, and finds us upstairs. At first we're like, Wait, Kobe, get on your place! Only to realize we're not talking to Kobe.

I love it!