Meet my new pussy.

A pussy willow. Jeez. Get your mind out of the gutter.

1. Well, my pussy (willow) died a while ago. (What can I say, I have a black thumb. I seriously once killed a cactus because I didn’t water it enough…) So today I finally replaced it and picked up a new one at Trader Joe’s. Meet my new pussy willow tree: Pussy II:

 

2. Last night I met up with Heather for dinner. We went to get all you can eat fish and chips and were told there would be about a 20-25 minute wait. Half an hour later we tracked down the hostess who told us it would be a 20-25 minute wait. We then went across the street for Mexican food and were seated right away. After dinner we watched some Laguna Beach and tried to convince Joe that it was 24. (oh boy, this explains it all: the love triangle now becomes a rectangle…why is this shot like a reality show?) Then we watched some telemundo where, we think, a man and a woman had an intense conversation about orange juice, a woman thought a doll was a real baby, and on the news they interviewed an empty chair.

 

3. Today I used an ATM in America! It was a drive up one too, welcome to the 21st century, Val!