A spoon full of Sugar and a pinch o’ Pepper

So why don’t we name Earthquakes? If ya want something done ya gotta do it yourself.  I’ll do it. I’d like to name this one Bob. Bob sent home Horchata and employees out of their corporate box due to a broken window. The kids were not home in Cali to feel their first Earthquake. They are in Utah with Grandma and Aunts getting into their own peril

Sammy fell off the bed and hit the metal frame and got a gash in his back. They tried to tell me that it wasn’t that deep and they were going to butterfly it together. I had the send me a picture via phone. Indeed it needed stitches. I told them they needed to go get my kid sewed up. And after the Aunt placed a million phone calls to insurance companies who said we are not covered out of state, I handed over my card digits and told them to do it. Grandma payed the bill like a champ. And Sammy now has 5 stitches in his lower back.

The eye doctor place got all snippy with me when I had to change my appt. So I fired them.

Yeah so I think I’m done messing with my hair for a little while at least.  I don’t have much in the back to mess with anymore.  My hair lady did an awesome job of shaping  my stick straight into a lovely rounded orb.

Nothing says “There, there, it’s going to be okay,” like getting a new hair color that you love..

Oh la la. Now, I can function. Let me get my raincoat on and my umbrella out, now go ahead.

Go ahead life, and fling me some more bullshit.  I’m ready.