Went to Hollywood Beach with Tony's guests.

It was fun. I got tanned and walked up and down the Hollywood Broadwalk. Yeah, BROADwalk.

Tony's Aunt Sissy

Tony's Mommy on the left, Linda (a friend) on the right. Hollywood Beach, right next to Hollywood Broadwalk.

The crazy women tourists I chauffeured for 4 or 5 days didn't understand why I found these so funny.

Heh.

Boobies.

This woman was in a turning lane and decided she wanted to be where we were. So she just came over, despite the honking and such. She hit our car then tried to leave saying she had to make a flight (car was a rental, she's not from here) and she wasn't "sure who's fault it is anyway".

Right.

Then she told the cop that we were in a different lane and that she moved into one and we just didn't notice (we never moved from the lane we were in) and flirted her way out of the fault, giggling with the cop and tee-heeing.

So, yeah, we really needed our little car to be MORE screwed up and now a hassle with the insurance company. Joy.

This was a couple hours before I was to pick up Tony's mom, aunt and a friend of theirs at the airport.

Fred wants to know wut up?

...that being said:

Does anyone know where I can find some King of the Hill slash? Lmao, I can just see some faces out there.

Parings M/M, none preferred and well-written is obviously a must. I am sooooo over reading bad fanfics.

More out of curiosity than anything else.

Oh, and Jayne/Mal? Sooooo fucking hawt. I can't believe it took me so many years to admit it's there and search for it.

Oooooooohm.

Even my dog meditates. She does YOGA TOO!!

Take that, Tav.

So here is an obligatory flower shot.

Mine is a weed. Take that as you will.

Car broke down on the fourth leaving us wandering the neighborhood for fireworks.

Then we went in on the fifth to buy a replacement part which led to the purchase of this most auspicious item (at least this year, I FEEL IT, WOOHOO!!).

COME ON FOOTBALL SEASON!

(Can't wait to go to the bar and cheer XD)

Note: I have never even been interested in football until last season.  I spent time in a bar getting free shots every time the team scored a touchdown, eating good wings and screaming with a crowd.  I also did this in the company of my husband who always wanted me there and when I was seemed proud to have a crazy, loud, half-drunk wife next to him.

So now?  I love football.