Maybe it's because there's not much to tell, unless you count that H, Alexa and I had three whole days off together. That's a big deal around here. We spent it relaxing in our favorite way: ocean therapy.
I woke up Friday itching to do something. What, I didn't know. Something. Oh, I know, I said. Let's drive to San Diego today and spend the night. Spontaneity! Ooh, H said. What about Santa Barbara? We've never done that ...
So off I went to Priceline to see if I could get a last-minute room on a budget. Ha. Apparently a budget room costs $200 a night now. Gone are the days of typing in $50 and getting a two-star hotel room, I guess. Also, gas no longer costs $1 a gallon. Welcome to 2012, self.
No spontaneous weekend trip for us. Instead we ate a leisurely lunch at the OG (aka endless soup and salad) and played around the Hollywood Riviera.
|She's always keeping me on my toes.|
The little one almost ran away to pet all the dogs walking by. It's a regular dog show on this strip of ocean runway. Beautiful labs, golden retrievers, big fluffy dogs and little snarly dogs of which I do not know their proper show names.
These dogs are more legit than I am. I have a feeling they have "papers," and I don't even have a passport.
|Here, child. Let me shelter you from the hot, hot sun.|
|I take at least one pic like this every time we are in Redondo Beach. I can't help myself.|
Alexa is thrilled to point out the ocean to you. "Sea!" she says. Or maybe it's "See!" Or "¡Sí!" Whatever. She knows what the ocean is. Because the next word she says is usually "water."
We took her to the beach on Saturday, but that's a different blog post altogether.