Last night I had my first clam & garlic pizza from Pizza My Heart. It’s disturbingly like chicken pizza that washed up on shore and sat in the sun. And speaking of sun, I’m all pink from sitting out in my front garden yardsaling all day haggling with strangers over 25 cent crap. It was fun all round…
We sold a ton of stuff;
operated a special bargains-for-monolingual-Spanish-speakers policy;
Atticus is kennel-less (10 bucks- ker ching);
we can’t seat more than 4 people in the house at a time;
can wash, but not dry, clothes;
can’t cut the lawn;
have a smaller library;
have fewer plants to water;
and we’re about $750 better off than last week. That will change once I get to Fry’s electronics though. Mwa ha ha ha, as they say…

& Tanya, if you’re reading, your plants have been soaking up the H2O nicely. Happy LAX