Heat+Chocolate= Barf
Ugh, I totally threw up today. It's like 90 degrees, and as I said, I can't stand the heat. It makes me sick.

So the baby and I went out on an adventure to get away from the house. I was craving chocolate croissants really bad. There are no longer any good french bakeries down my way - save for one, by the beach. So we drove down there, and since it's on the beach, the weather was fairly cool. Very nice.

I bought the croissants, and they weren't all that, but satisfying enough. Anyway - long story short, I ended up throwing up this afternoon from the heat - so frankly, I'm off chocolate croissants for now, if you know what I mean.

When we got home there was this plastic bag tied to my door handle. Now, across the way from our house is a big open field, where people have been taken to making it their own personal dog park. So naturally my first thought as I entered the house is, "who the fuck tied their dog shit to my door." Turns out STivo came by to drop off some Cinnamon Mentos he brought back from Vegas. How thoughtful!! But hello, leave a note sucker. You might as well have dropped a box of powdered sugar at my door while your at it, and I'd have thought it was anthrax!

Maybe cinnamon mentos will cure my upset stomach. Nah, not likely...