(Blah, tangent! STOP Amanda!)
ANYWAY. I am not typing this today. I am typing this yesterday. Last night (is right now). I have taken a break from the packing. The inevitable break where I can't do packing things with my brain or my feet anymore, and I just need to lay in bed and make a list of what needs to be done tomorrow on my phone, and get up an hour early. But first I am whipping up a post to publish tomorrow while we are traveling. I'm relaxing at the desk in the living room and listening to music and drinking a little red wine, staving off traveling anxiety, and calming the Feminist fury in my soul that I whipped up with that last post. (I mean, damn.)
We are flying to South Dakota, and then traveling on to Oregon. I'll write about it later. (HAHA sure I will.)
After SO arrived home from work in the evening, we took Cleo, and all her cat supplies, to the home of one of his coworkers. I couldn't stand the thought of putting her in a kennel while we are away, where they keep her in a cage for part of the time. This is the first night since we adopted her that she's spent away from me. I feel sad, because she's a cat, and so she doesn't know that I will only be gone for two weeks, and then I will come and get her, and she will go back to the home and people that she knows and loves. She's a sweet, innocent little baby, who's never known loneliness or indifference. She just wants love! And pets!
I miss her tonight!
Haha. OK it's not a selfie. But, no makeup! Empowermentz!
Look at this fucking cat! Sleeping in the mess I made on the guest bed. She's such a little sweetheart. My kitty!
Anyway, as indicated by the title of this post, I'm just going to share a few pics of Cleo and Ocean Beach. And a couple more, because the world needs to be treated to the following photo of MB's SICK arm muscles.
Our team won a trivia trophy on Thursday night, and MB has a funny way of looking happy about it.
Just look at those fuckers! Whatthefuckskles. Tonight I showed him the photo. "Yeah I've been working out a lot lately, bro."
He has not "been working out." People with his job in the Navy do not work out. They do not have free time TO DO ANYTHING. (That's just a slight exaggeration.) He's just gifted, or whatever. Way to DO NOTHING and be muscular, anyway, MB! Must be nice.
Here's a meal below, directly related to the re-airing of the Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives episode featuring OB Noodles, on Friday night. Even though we've been there before, we needed to eat at OB Noodles for lunch on Saturday.
Here are some OB palm trees:
Here is my adorable cat.
Here's a hand-shaped tan that I wouldn't care to have on my ass.
No Surf Beach on the 4th of July. That hand stayed there for an awfully long time.
Here's an avocado garnished with soy sauce and olive oil, lemon juice and black pepper. (And a few drops of Sriracha later on.) Yummy!
NEW COUCH BELOW! Best napping couch ever, actually. (Yeah, we own a cat, and we bought a leather couch. We're dumb.)
MB mercifully toning it down on the muscle-front in this pic.
This is the day I constructed the cat tower for Cleo.
A shot of OB fishing pier, taken near the end of hot, miserable, tired run. (Still not back on my A-game with running, but still running at least.)
This is Rodrigo and Philomena, with Cleo.
...And now I ought to sleep for at least a couple hours.
Hope you're well tonight, my sweet baby kitty! I totally won't harass your cat sitter via text regarding your well-being more than once a day!
Sad Selfies with Cleo, on the way to the cat sitter's. (She's not the hugest fan of car rides.)