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Gud i himmelen! I thought the drivers in San Francisco were bad, but I have almost been thrown off my bike three times in the last week by Los Angeles motorists! Ladies and gentlemen, do please remember that if you are a car driver, there are those of us who ride motorcycles and scooters that share the road with you!

Ugh, I am still shaking.

Every single time my daughter and I do some sort of project of any kind, I always find remnants of it all over the kitchen. In October, when Lian, Darcy and I carved pumpkins, I found pumpkin guts around the kitchen the next day even after cleaning it the night before. Saturday night, Darcy and Dick came over to do Easter Eggs with us. We dyed some and painted some with chalkboard paint and drew on them. You'd think that'd be fairly easy to make sure everything was clean, right? Apparently not. This morning, I stepped on a piece of chalk then had to clean up all that crushed chalk dust then I found one of the eggs that had rolled under the counter. I'm just glad I found it today instead of six months from now. Luckily no one spilled any paint or anything. I'm sure chalkboard paint isn't easy to clean once it dries.

I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday weekend. I certainly know I did. San Francisco is fantastic (though I am glad to be home, I suppose). I could go into details but it would be a lot and I'd hate to bore you all.

But look, pictures! Or, a picture. I honestly didn't realize I'd taken this and have no memory at all of finding a playground much less swinging, but, there you are. (Okay, there's another picture, because honestly Porthos is just photogenic and I'm not sure he knows I took that second picture oops).

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Look at how handsome he is. Don't you just want to tickle all that scruff? Why yes, Ladies, he's free. But seriously, don't even try to snatch him away from me.


Also! I had more dreams on the weekend. Better ones than the last time around. Apparently I do something called "The Stare" and I was giving it to the Queen. But in my dreams she gave me a rather stunning necklace with a cross pendant on it, and when I woke up Sunday morning it was lying next to the hotel bed. The exact necklace that the Queen of France, Anne of Austria herself, gave me in my dreams. I've never seen anything quite so beautiful.

Anyone on here a Yoga instructor? Or know one? I'd like to set up some classes at the Bakery. My Insurance guy says we can do it in the lobby, so long as we don't hit our occupancy limit.

More of those strange Dreams last night. We were all choking on smoke that a dragon was snoring. Bizarre, right? I must be going crazy.

I dreamed again, this time about my sisters and I hearing about the birth of a princess in the kingdom where we lived. Aurora's a really pretty name. So much better than Merryweather.

So far, my dreams aren't too bad.

I made it just in time for DISCOUNT CHOCOLATE. I think I've got enough to last me a month.

I just realized I have a crush on someone.

And that he's kind of going to be oblivious to it unless I flash him or something.

But then he'd probably be all cute and all "Hey, Rikku, your shirt's broken" or something and oh tysh ed fro ec ra cu lida.