A stroll through the neighborhood

It's been horribly winterlike here this week. HD and I took a walk through the neighborhood last weekend and he grabbed some very nice shots.

Confidential to Dahling

Weren't you looking for these?

HAIR!

Sheri:
http://tvwatch.people.com/2009/04/24/photo-when-blago-met-speidi/
Sheri:
WTF?
Sheri:
Isn't that one of the signs of the apocalypse?
Britt:
It is, Matthew 11:2....straight from the scriptures!
Sheri:
"So a hot girl, a douchebag, and an impeached governor walk into a bar..."
Britt:
LOL!
Britt:
I can't WAIT to watch this show!
Sheri:
I don't know what the rest of the joke is, but the punchline is going to be "Hey, where's my comb?"

Note: I won't be watching this show, as I have principles, and I could get the same effect hanging out in a bar in SOMA.

There's no beating... deeeeep cleeeeaning.

HD is in San Jose helping a friend move (a friend I'm hoping will return the favor in a couple of months). He woke up early to head down there yesterday morning, and after I drank a pot of coffee, I got the wild idea to clean the cabin.

I feel like I'm sitting in a staged photo shoot right now for Elle Decor.

"Here's Sheri at home in her Girl-Scout-cabin-cum-pied-a-terre, enjoying a cup of coffee and composing a post for her cult* favorite blog."

I am really going to miss this place. I only moved in a year ago, and I've worked really hard to make it pretty and comfortable. I think I've pretty much succeeded. I wish I could keep it as a weekend retreat.

But, moving to the City will be fun, too.

*That cult is pretty much exclusively her dad, her aunt, and her best friend. Sheri is known to exaggerate wildly when her entire nutritional intake for the day thus far is coffee. She also starts writing in the third person.

Thriller

Scene: Last night, driving back from dinner in Point Reyes Station. HD is telling me about his upcoming trip to visit his brother on the East Coast.

HD: So my brother asked me, um... <LONG AWKWARD PAUSE> ... what time I'm getting in on Friday.
Me: Uh, what did he really ask you?
HD: Nothing.
Me: He did not ask you when you're getting in on Friday, so out with it.
HD: Well, he asked me if I'm bringing my new camera, but I didn't think you'd be interested in that.
Me: Let me tell you, that's way more interesting than what time you're getting in on Friday.
HD: Touche.