Brent and I spent the first half of Sunday driving and the second half in Disneyland. I love Disneyland. Sometimes that part of me that hates commercialism starts to protest, but my not-so-inner child usually slaps that curmudgeonly part silly because the kid is busy having fun. I got to go back to Disneyland yesterday, too.
Brent is something of a meta-fan of Disneyland. He is glad that I like to be there. Part of the problem is that he doesn’t get into the imagination part of the rides. Until I made him, he had never read Alice in Wonderland and he has still not read The Wind in the Willows, just for example. That’s just wrong.
We got to San Diego last night to have dinner with friends. Today I get to go to the zoo. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get down to work. Something like that.
In other news, my mom had an adventure in which someone stole her necklace out of her sock drawer. It was recovered in a pawn shop and the perpetrator of this outrage against fashion and the ritual use of jewelry is currently imprisoned for his crime. I vote this most interesting conversation with my mom in a long time.