The good news is I have the surf pretty much to myself this morning. The bad news is there is pretty much no surf. But the dolphins are out today. You can see a fin if you look very closely at the top center. So if one drops in on me on a wave, put on my tombstone that I died in the most tween girl fantasy way imaginable.
Benny Hill over festival go-ers.
Funnier than you think it’s going to be.
I love doing this to ducks.
Just in case you were all like OH MAN I HAVEN’T CRIED IN A LONG TIME I SHOULD DO THAT.
This cat lives across the street from my new place. I am a weird percentage uncertain about whether or not it is a cat I used to own but adopted out when the babies were around because she was a scratcher and nothing worked. She seems to know me. Always responds to my voice and behaves the same way. I should know whether or not it’s her, but time does weird things to all things. I forgot an ex’s last name the other day. I like to think it’s her. The cat, not the ex. These days in her later years, she likes to think she is a car. Cat again. Maybe the ex, too. I don’t know.