Sonoma Dispatch #1

I'm typing this on my Blackberry, since neither of us managed to bring a laptop, so this thing might turn out looking more like rabbit turds than a blog post. I don't know. Anyway.

1. I'm used to traveling with a dude. There are SO many cosmetics in the bathroom, I kind of don't know what to do.

2. My mom tells me I'm a good backseat driver. Which is code for control freak. Which is just a mean way of pointing out the fact that *I* pointed out the fact that she ran a red light in downtown San Francisco, then later pointed out the fact that she almost ran a red light in downtown Sonoma, like they don't have enough to worry about on the road with all the drinking.

3. Bless her heart, she's not harping on my having lost 10 lbs. Since February, though I know she wants to. She's not ignoring it, but she's not harping. I'm still half-expecting some kind of ambush-style gavage treatment...

4. California, I am in love with you. Again. This happened last time, too. No one had better squeal, but when I get home, I'm basically going to conk K on the head, sedate Tarot, and when they wake up, they'll both be residents of the greater Bay Area. Sssshhh.

5. Also, if someone could make sure that as soon as I move here that all mud slides, wild fires, and earthquakes cease and desist? That would be great.

This post had better damned work, or I'm going to sabatoge RIM and Google right before their next earnings postings.