Out in California.

I was up at 4 am and sneaking out of the house to catch a 6:30 am flight, I was surprised to see in my peripheral vision a massive TPing of our neighbor’s house across the street!


The suburban hoodlums are talented TPers, they got every tree and every bush on the property with each loop reaching the ground. Everything was fluttering in the early morning breeze.

I checked my luggage and glided through the airport without children, husband, stroller, diaper bags, DVD player, bananas, toys and Tylenol.


Donald picked me up and showed me his new place. Fan-cy.


We are walking up and down a lot of hills and eating a lot of snacks.


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