Just got home from depositing my sister at LAX. I always leave her bed up for a few days after she leaves. The cat posse enjoy lounging on it day and night. What? You thought I had a spare room for guests? Nope. My spare room is on wheels in the garage. It gets positioned next to my bed when Carol visits. All the better for nighttime trickery, read aloud stories, loud chortling and pranks.
See this fellow? That’s BORF . We stenciled his likeness on a few t-shirts and sweatshirts. A little good clean fun for our inner punks.
This is another of our Come On It’ll Be Funny projects. I tried to get Carol to pose in the underpants but she is so uncooperative at times.
If you live in LA you’ll want to get your arse to Cafe Tropical soon. The cafe con leche is so strong it’ll make your hair stand on end and the guava cheese empanadas are sublimely delicious. Look for the purple building off Sunset in Silverlake. Plenty of ambiance and Cuban treats galore. Carol got hooked when I lived around the corner and must go several times each time she comes to LA to get her cafe con leche fix.
We spotted Chicken Little while we were in the neighborhood.
Then it was off to REFORM SCHOOL to see what the other ne’er-do-wells were up to.
On Sunday we took a drive to Malibu. Lots of charred hillsides and blackened trees, but plenty of untouched areas too. Naturally we had to stop in at MALIBU SEAFOOD to see how they fared. Believe me when I say it’s the best roadside seafood on Pacific Coast Highway. Outdoor seating with an unobstructed view of the mighty Pacific.
Sunday night after returning from our annual horror film pilgrammage we arrived home to a police sting operation taking place at Moss Cottage. A car thief was using my back patio/ courtyard/ spraypaint station as his own personal hidey hole. One search helicopter and 6 black & whites later the area was secured (more or less), the perp was cuffed and whisked away and we got back to business at hand. Apparently the unlucky fellow took a tumble down the bluff in back and landed on my very thorny climbing rose. Fortunately only one cane was broken. The cat posse tells me they tripped him on the way down. They like to be helpful like that.
Tomorrow: my trip to the Betty Ford Fat Farm!
ok M.A. – scrolled through to here – on a small blog break – need to complete some things – BUT – oh how I enjoyed this inspiring and inspired visit – those bridges are to die for… I love them is what I am saying here… and the spray, the pages…
the underpants…
the whole she-bang…
back again soon
xox – eb.
Your blog post was certainly worth the long wait. As I said before, I want to be one of your sisters. You two are great.
Good thing the cat posse was looking out for you!
And the girl panties? Awesome.
It’s wonderful that you and your sister have that relationship. It looks like you had a ball together! I think you keep the bed up a couple extra days too for yourself, as a warm reminder of who was there.
You always have so much fun!
Yikes! Do you realize that if Sister had not been visiting you might just very well have been there, snug in your jammies, at Moss Cottage when the perp rolled in for his nocturnal visit?
Thank you, Carol, for saving Mary Ann’s a** yet again.
Stenciling panties…and perps, too?! Now THAT’S a day. 😉
o.k. those underpants are wrong, and yet so good… I am thinking that you and sister need to sell a “tour” of your L.A. I would sign up!
Tell the posse that T.J. Hooker and Adam 12 would be proud.
Tell Carol I have those shoes in RED ~ yes, my new favorite color! And I love them!
Hey, tell the cats~way cool dudes!!!!
Love the underpants! =) =)
Thanks for the photo of the underpants. Can I get my own pair from CafePress?
Damn! I’m gonna have to hang out with you the next time I go to Southern Cal! Sounds like fun…