Dani California

I don't like cats and I thought that Mandy's sister's cat (Mimsy) was going to be different, but after last night there is no hope for tolerance. Mims likes to paw at the door at night, which I have no problem sleeping through or ignoring, but last night there was no scratching, which was a nice change. About 20 minutes later Mandy and I hear some noise, we think Mims is about to start her nightly annoyance. Then, 2 seconds later: Holy Poop! SOMETHING FURRY IS LICKING MY ARM! The stupid cat was locked in the room with us and nearly made me wet the bed. THAT is why I am not a cat person. They're sneaky and evil and they trick you into liking them and then they turn crazy.

I got fried at the beach, but I soaked in the bath tub until I got hypothermia and I think I'm going to be ok. I'm going to drink some aloe vera before I got to bed, for healing from the inside out, just kidding that's gross.

I've had The Red Hot Chili Pepper's song "Dani California" stuck in my head since we left on Thursday. I really like the name Dani (for a girl) and Lilah (I like Delilah, but I wouldn't want her to be associated with the Biblical harlot or the crappy radio DJ).