Mr. B decided to bite Miss Molly today. In the thigh. Ouch.
Upon encountering Mr. B following the incident, I inquired as to why he did it. He's not talking. Apparently it's a big secret.
Mr. B must have loads of secrets.
After escaping the rain storm in Sacra-tomato, it decided to follow me down south, where it wasn't quite as lovely. Mainly because I was driving around most of the day, witnessing do-do brains wreck and dent their cars because we Southern Californians can't slow down for even a little rain storm. Now, C-note, Mr. B and I are safely ensconced in our humble bungalow, and it's about time to crank up the fireplace.
So I was able to completely cure the Chinese Food craving by consuming incredible food at Frank Fats in Sacra-tomato. However, a new craving has taken it's place:
fromage!
