Sometime when it's that good

It shows on your face

And sometimes it isn't..

Every public restroom here has a similar sign posted...

Viva la southern California

yes..I'll miss it when we move somewhere else.. well.. some of it.. or at least I'll wax nostalgically about it and drive people around me nuts..

like I'm nostalgically remembering fall in New England.. totally forgetting the joy of scraping windshields EVERY morning before work at 30-something degrees and sunset at 4:20.. but the crisp air, the wool sweaters, the smell of the woodstove.. ahh nostalgia.. from my 80-something degree residence still wearing shorts and t-shirts wondering when and even if it gets cold here. ever. for longer than a few hours.

It cracks me up when I see kids bundled in parkas like it's 15 degrees outside when it's really about 60.. but then again.. the locals think I'm weird for wistfully dreaming of picking apples and raking leaves..

come to think of it, I never really liked raking leaves. Jumping in them as kids was fun, but the rest.. ah.. not so much..

that's probably why we didn't rake them when we owned our house.. we did the redneck-raking method of mulching them with the mower and letting nature take it's course on the lawn... (uh, weeds we cut with the mower and called lawn) with 1 or more non-running cars and non-running riding lawnmowers parked on it..

(seriously)

Can't say I miss that... guess nostalgia can only take you so far..