I still primarily have canine offerings as entertainment. Oh, and pretty views.
I'm up in Santa Barbara for the weekend, house-sitting for my parents and taking care of the spoiled prince of the family, Mr. Dubs. He is a silly pouty baby and misses his mommy and daddy.
|Pout pout pout.|
House-sitting fees + familial generosity + hard earned cash = I got the shit sucked out of my face with a silk peel facial this afternoon. I'm simply glowing. With SPF 50 slathered on by my facialist and donning a hat stolen from my dad (sorry, Dad), plus my sunglasses, I kinda felt like an incognito celebrity. In terribly unflattering yoga pants.
And then the pup and I frolicked.
Mind you, it was about 86 degrees on the water. It's almost November. What the fuck, world? So the game quickly became "fetch the ball, then run to the nearest shade."
And now, I think a nap is in the cards. Deuce is already waaayyy ahead of me there.