warm out, hills, no music
Monday I’ll have a review of some new workout clothes, but here’s a peek at some new capris with some greasy sunscreen face. My husband is so lucky.
I gotta rush off to get to a hair appointment because my roots are disgracing me. It might be beautiful in some Dove commercial but it ain’t flying here.
What sucks is that I just had my hair done on June 23rd in Oregon; that’s like only 6 weeks. bargh.
Yesterday we asked Marni what we wanted to do to celebrate her birthday. She said sniff a couple dog butts, chase her tail and pee on a fire hydrant.
We said no and decided to walk her around Laguna Beach.
Even though it wasn’t that hot and a weekday, the beach was crowded. If I’m ever pursued by the Mob and need to disappear or blend in, I’m coming here.
The fanciest fence I’ve ever seen…
Laguna Beach was as an artist’s enclave back in the 1920’s and there’s still a big artistic influence in the town with tons of art galleries and festivals.
Just kidding, it was started in September 2004 as an elaborate backdrop for MTV’s new reality show.
We decided to try a little outdoor restaurant called Sapphire but once we checked out the menu, we knew it wasn’t for us. The “global cuisine” was too high brow for our cheapo tastes… the Cobb salad had lobster (love) and shrimp and was about $20.
So we ended up at a Subway on PCH near our car with outdoor seating for the dog. it did the job.
On the way home since it was the Princess’ big day we stopped at the Laguna Beach dog park… and found out it’s always closed on Wednesdays. I guess they need a designated day to pick up the poo?