​Seasons can be subtle in San Diego, but if you look closely you may notice the smoothie garnishes change from lemon to fuyu persimmon.

​If this pie tastes good just know that I fixed a tire and cut my finger while making it, so there are at least two secret ingredients.

 I recently scored this personal marquee sign on deep discount. Shopportunity! I thought I could write myself affirmations or inspirational quotes. Turns out, nothing I want to say is simple. Not enough letters, not enough space. Not enough dots to make ellipses— no way to even hint at what is missing, so thoughts hurtle over a jagged edge of unfinished words or devolve almost immediately into nonsense.
But there’s a semicolon. You know, in case I finagle two clauses and need to connect them. This is how it looked before the batteries exploded.

Finally someone has developed a device to help cats groom themselves. 

​Have you ever purchased mushy blueberries on accident and then been forced to make blueberry muffins at midnight and fall asleep with the aroma wrapping you like a blanket? It’s not that bad.

​I had to chase him down three aisles to get this pic. He’s really fast and my cart has a gimpy wheel.

​My house is flanked by two terrible taco shops within a mile. It's like having a pair of ruthless bodyguards who speak in code. "Give him the #7, EXTRA SAUCE."

Another Sunday at circus church.  Have mercy!

Let's hear it for boots + ball gowns!