  I've got to get out of this "weekend update" mode. Sometimes it's Lakers flags. Sometimes it's fruit. Sometimes they're hideous framed pictures for eight ninety-nine. On Saturday it was military gask masks, twenty dollars.
These people on the streets really are not helping things one bit. That's right folks, it's time to let the fear sink right into your soul. Your worst nightmare is about to come true, sweetheart. The best part is that you'll get hit twice. I don't know about you, but it sure as hell isn't the war outside our borders that I'm afraid of. All around me people are quietly shifting to one side or the other, and I've yet to determine which side I am on. I know I can't stand in the middle, but at least I have 54 days to figure it out. Did the usual rugby thing on Saturday, followed by brunch with co-workers at this gorgeous house in Fryman Canyon.
Kel lives at this way cool two-story number with a courtyard and a kickass bathtub. Smoked them all out like the crazy pot samaritan that I've become and had fabulous omelttes out in the sun. God I love this town... Sunday I did brunch with Dan and a fellow artist (one who's actually been published - twice!). Dan made the following announcement as we scarfed down slices of bacon at the table: "Whenever my husband and I fight, he makess his apologies with some little gift from Bloomingdale's. To help him out, I've registered my entire list of apologies. " I looked at him with a smile.
"And what did he say when you told him that? " "Well," Dan replied, "now he's afraid to speak to me, so it worked. " Every time he mentions that store I think about how I can't go in there anymore thanks to him. 
