It's the little things that make me happy

I'm a simple woman.  Small things make me very happy.  Right now I'm drinking water from this hella sweet Pabst glass that Elsie gave me.  She salvaged it from a box of miscellaneous sheesh that she found on CraigsList.  And I love it.

Marvin is curled up (and squeezed) in a box next to me on the kitchen table.  I love it.

And the City of Oakland remembered to send me a parking permit renewal form (they forgot last year).  I love it.

It's been a good day.  And I haven't even told you about my morning with Elsie and Dean.  We worked on wedding invitations (they're going to be darling!) and had a great lunch at Rudy's Can't Fail.  Ah...good times.

...and then he fed us pancakes...

Another fave

This morning I was listening to my iTunes and puttering around the house. All of a sudden this song comes on. I had forgotten about how much I LOVE this song. Don't you?

Posse up!

Rump Shaker

This is my new favorite website.  And I just watched the "Rump Shaker" video six times.  And I'm going back for more right now.

Another boozy weekend (yikes?)

It started with sunshine and good times at the A's game with Sar on Saturday afternoon.  When the server came to take my drink order I requested a glass of white wine.  If I had known it came in a wee plastic stemmed glass I wouldn't have.  But, well, it did.  So here I am sitting at a baseball game looking like a total douche with this "glass" in my hand.  Needless to say I drank it quicker than I should have (while Sar  says "I've never seen you drink that fast - are you embarrassed to be holding that ridiculous glass?").  The next glass went down more smoothly and more slowly...

That night I went bowling with Matt and Paul.  Ah, beer and bowling go together like Cocoa Pebbles and milk - and Diablo Lanes doesn't disappoint.

Spent Sunday evening with Traci in Dublin.  The suburbs are so weird.  Lanes are hella wide and abundant.  Women get dressed up to drink beer (well, not me...).  Men wear baseball caps.  Who knew?

"Say Yes" Andrea Gibson

How I dearly wish I was not here