Friends

Monday I went to the O.C. to visit my most bestest friend in all of Strasbourg, France, Jack, and Damien who was visiting in from France.  Damien, Jack and I had many a fun night in Strasbourg, France.  The highlights were an accident involving my glass of gin and then Damien's glass of gin, as if we were two amateurs, learning that Siri, in France, is a man and that Damien is a Jack Reacher aficionado.   We had many beers while Jack's wife Megan, took care of the fort.  Due to the fact that I am old, I had to take a half a pain pill and when we passed the St. Regis, I exclaimed slightly goofy, "Oh my god, I've seen that on the Real Housewives of Orange County.  This is so cool!"  When I become a Real Housewife of _____, I will invite Jack and Megan to dine with me at the St. Regis because that is what Real Housewives do.  I did not go for a walk so Sara is of course the Leaderboard leader.  I'm ok with that because it's not every day that I get to visit my most bestest friend in all of Strasbourg, France and Damien.  As an aside, since Jack and Damien are chemists they spend a large amount of time discussing molecules and nanoparticules and other such things that probably don't actually exist, and I enjoy asking, "What does that mean?" and watching their brains work through, "How can we explain this to a complete idiot?"  (Hint:  most answers begin with "Sigh...")

Today, for vital inexplicable reasons, I had to get a Facebook account.  The Saratoga Animal Shelter is not on Facebook largely because I do not feel capable of dealing with the drama that seems to accompany a Facebook account, so I made the account in Randi's name.  You can't search for her because her privacy settings are set at the highest and she has no friends because I can't deal with it.  I didn't even give her the password because I don't trust her not to log in when I'm not home and post pictures of her spread out on the couch with Earl smoking a bong behind her.  I'm not about to lose my job because Randi can't control herself.  The few minutes I spent changing the settings on Randi's account cemented my resolve to be Facebook free.  Then I wore myself out taking down Christmas decorations and making a dent in the crap that litters my house.  

Jack et Damien à la plage.

La plage

A bird who was eyeing my sandwich.