Wrangler Dani

I want Sam Adams Summer Ale. Well, actually, I just want someone (Hi Hot and Godly Husband!) to crack one open and hand it to me, as I have them, they are just in the fridge and that is so VERY FAR away. I know. I know. Pathetic.

Speaking of cracking open, today, our driveway got mostly jackhammered out. This was not pleasant. I know that this doesn’t surprise any of you, but I have actually used a jackhammer in my illustrious past, and that’s even less fun than listening to one all day. So I guess I have nothing to complain about.

Speaking of jackhammering, because it was so loud, I betook myself and my lappy to a coffeeshop, where I people-watched and drank mango greatness and wrote inspired bits and pieces to my heart’s content. What with being poor and all, it’s the first time I’ve hung out in a coffeeshop in a while and it was very refreshing and I felt all young and inspired and like, yeah! Coffeeshops! The stuff of good indie films!

Speaking of people-watching, can we all agree on how much we hate Johnny from The O.C. Season 3? In my roommate’s words: “he is whinier than Luke Skywalker, but not nearly as badass.”

Speaking of The O.C. …. we live here. Which is often annoying and sometimes weird and all of that. But it’s also really really great. And I’m grateful for our friends and our tiny beach house and our wonderful marriage and sunshine in the mornings.