Today, these guys…
Stopped by to sing this song to me. I thought you might like it.
Mariachis by Locusts and Wild Honey
(Aren’t iPhones wonderful things? I’m not sure how I ever traveled without mine.)
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As I type this, I’m sitting in a sunny little sala, listening to a burbling fountain outside. We are in San Miguel de Allende in Central Mexico and it took us a long, long time to get here. Not the actual traveling, mind you. More like the journey. Way back in 2002 I started working as [...] Making wacky homemade valentines was not the only thing we did last weekend. We also went…drum roll please….HIKING. With our dog! We need some meds! I have gone on record several times to say that hiking is walking long distances to nowhere. I simply don’t enjoy it that much, which is funny because my parents are [...] You know how people always say Valentine’s Day was invented by greeting card companies to sell red-and-white cards with canned expressions of amour? Well, it’s kind of true and kind of not. That’s not why it was invented but it is certainly why it’s so popular. But usually when people quote that old chestnut, what [...] I used to clean every flat surface in my apartment with 409. Hey, it puts grease on the run. How could I resist? But after using it on a beloved antique wooden tabletop for a year, it began to eat away at the varnish. I started thinking, Hey, maybe this 409 stuff is kind of [...] Well, the bash at Holly’s was incredible, but you’ll have to hop over to her site to check it out. However, I can share with you two of the cheesiest pictures of us you’ll ever find. Holly had the brilliant idea to stage prom-style portraits at the party and we were more than happy to oblige. [...] Tonight chere Holly at Nothing But Bonfires has invited the lot of us over to celebrate her 30th year on this mysterious planet. And she has one request: dress to kill. The funny thing about this request is, when she made it, I had to clarify. Me: So you want the guys to wear…suits? Or did [...] |
 Alison Presley lives in San Francisco with her husband Nathan Bransford. She's locked in an unhealthy relationship with her work-in-progress (a novel). And so far this year she has wasted six months of her life on a college-level Statistics class and eaten more frozen pizza than she cares to admit. 
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