This weekend we were lucky enough to have our first celebrity guest. On Friday night we fed him homemade pasta (again?) with shrimp and free topanga market zucchini. On Saturday we fed him pulled pork tacos.





He said, "You know, I love a taco, pork... chicken, steak, ham, doesn't matter. In the Bible, they ate tacos, all of 'em, bunch of well meaning folks wearing burlap sacs out in the sand eating delicious meat wrapped in corn. It's crazy. You know who doesn't eat tacos? St. Paul. Ignorant coward."




Its been crazy hot here and last night a skunk pissed all over our backyard. The smell woke us up at 4 am and we haven't slept since. At first we thought it was an electrical fire and were going to call the fire department. Our neighbors, whom I went to see in a panic around 6:30am, suggested we would be better off calling pest control.