This is not for sure yet, but I’m thinking about visiting Mupples before the end of my self-imposed “no winter visits” rule. For those of you who are laying in stocks of ice and show to shower me with upon my arrival, those dates would be like March 14th-22nd.
Sarah is apparently too busy to come back and swim in my pool, soak in my hot tub, climb my mountains, and generally enjoy the endless bounty of California wonder.
me: I guess maybe I could come there
me: why do you delight in my suffering?
sarah: did I tell you that you could take the gag out of your mouth?