Bangs will take a bit of getting used to.
First cup of coffee was terrible. Second cup (from two different coffee places, within an hour) was great. The difference? The first cup spilled all over me.
My parents are hilarious. I hope that thirty years from now, she is still calling him a "dawdler" -- and that he is still dawdling. Because they have a great schtick going.
Why does no one sell cheap sunglasses anymore?
How come we only get sun around here within a day of breaking the all-time record for most consecutive days of rain in Vancouver? Only this city could find a reason to be disappointed by sun.
Border guards are always either trying to terrify my family or make us laugh. Today we laughed.
My father and I terrorized a craft store (my mother was shopping) by repeatedly squeezing stuffed birds -- who make their correct bird sounds -- produced by the Audobon society. I took a real fancy to the American Crow bird. Caw! Caw!
We passed a business called 'Tacoma Screw'. Is it just me, or are we thinking Ron Jeremy works there?
GO SEAHAWKS GO!
Mmmm, Sephora. Mmmm.
I actually purchased a used lipgloss. I didn't know it was used until I took it out of the packaging to make my mother try it, and lo and behold, it was devoid of glossage. We went back to Sephora to get me a fresh one. I began my explanation to the girl behind the counter -- while smiling broadly and somewhat vacantly -- with, "My lip gloss is empty! Someone used it!" And you wonder why they don't call me a gifted communicator.
Singing in the car with my parents makes us both the dorkiest family alive and the coolest at the same time.
We waved at Chuck and Julie on the way by. And waved forward at Phil and Mrs. Perils.
I heard Johnny Cash singing an old hymn on a soundtrack my dad owns, and got a little teary. Does anyone else miss Johnny?
I had the best latte I have ever had today. Ever. Long live Illy Coffee.
I saw a couple wearing the same pants today. The exact same rust-coloured corduroy pants. A note to my future husband: WE WILL NEVER WEAR THE SAME PANTS.
Quacking in the car with my parents just makes us freaks.
Bangs will really take some getting used to.
WHO BUYS ALL THOSE RVs? WHO? There are always so many damn RVs for sale, but I hardly see any on the roads. Is anyone else seeing them?
Catherine makes me laugh more than almost anyone else on earth. Even just when we're driving around and reading out street signs. I laughed so hard tonight that I started making a small honking sound. Nothing else -- just the honking sound. Like a Mini Cooper.
It still hasn't rained yet.
Woo!
