So first things first. Tonight, I tried to open a bottle of wine with a bottle opener that I couldn't get out of its package.  I only ended up with a little cork in my drink. Things could have been worse. I was getting ready to scoop out the cork with a fingernail file.

I wanted to tell you about the new critter story I have. As you know from previous blog posts, animals hate me. It's ok. I hate them too. Mangy creepers that snot all over you're leg (THANKS A LOT CHERRI) uuuuugggghhhhh.  At least I think that's the name of the damn Doberman that wiped his nose all over my beautiful lulus. I've lived with these 2 Dobermans for over 9 months now and still can't remember which one is which. It coulda been Ruby. I guess it dosn't matter, I despise them both equally. Wait, that's not true. One of them wheezes and that's nasty.

So anyway, I was in Point Reyes. Julie and I decided to go hiking. We drive to the spot, and I open my glove compartment to throw my keys in only to find a full sized NEST in there. A NEST!  On closer inspection one could see it was entirely possible for a critter to crawl up through the engine and make it's way in to the glove compartment. I was horrified. The critter had chewed up some of my paper materials and had waived them into the nest.  Validated parking passes are hot on the list in critter real-estate these days. Then he peed on my MAP of LA! It looked as if the nest had started as a discarded piece of laundry dryer fuzz and was just dragged with enhancements into my car and set up for a night of camping. I spent a good hour reflecting on the "Why me's" in my life before saying "F-It, the wildflowers await."