birthday cakes, smoothies, and the beach

The cake survived the trip and Retta got her wish: me and Mark singing happy birthday while she blew out the candles on her Sanders cake. :) Yay! Happy birthday, Retta.

Yesterday was an unexpected sunny day in LA - the forecast had been for rain. Retta and I took advantage of the weather and drove the Stang to the beach, but not before a stop at Jamba Juice. Happy with our juices, we motored our way towards the PCH and stopped at the Will Rogers beach. By the time we got there, the sun had gone away and the wind kicked up, and it wasn't exactly the beach experience we were hoping for. Oh well! We spent about a half hour sitting on the sand (albeit bundled up) and listened to the ocean. mmmmmm...


Smoothies make me happy!

my sweet ride

So I take a flight to LAX, carrying a Sanders colonial buttercream cake 2500 miles to my sister for her birthday, endure the egg salad sandwich and ranch dressing smells of my travelling neighbors, read many pages of the worst book I've read in a long time, wait in line at Hertz for half an hour, get to the counter and the guy says "How would you like a Mustang?" "Umm...... ok.......... What color is it?" "Red." "Ok." Weird. I never imagined myself driving a muscle car, but for a week in California, what the heck?