Where's Abby (+ Dylan and dogs)

I was debating whether to share about my Monday after this Sunday post, that could've been seen as one of those pretentious sounding, "my life is more awesome than yours," posts that "makes my life look better through my blog," etc like all these Facebook feeds are sharing. But yesterday was honestly too good to not share. I got off two hours early, which at first was a slight inconvenience as I need the hours. But disappointment didn't last longer than my walk out the door, when it turned into excitement to enjoy the beautiful day.  On my way home, I got a call from one of my favorites, Mr. James... mysterious funny dude I mentioned here  and here . Oh and here . (Just guess which ones are about him). He was off work and interested in beach time, so he came on over.  We had a delicious Brinner feast on the porch, shared poems and ideas, and laughed a whole lot with his reciting of my poems. It sounds a bit different, to say the least, coming fr...

Let me start by explaining that my roommate doesn't tend to worry too much about me. Some friends have expressed their fear for my well being on different occasions, but Roomie? He's just not a worrier.  Well he worried about me last night. I can't blame him either, after hearing him describe coming home at 1:30am to see my bike in the bushes and my keys not even in their usual place on the couch. This made it seriously look like I'd been abducted.  "If Leslie had been here to see that, she would've called the cops, the FBI, and gotten your face put on milk jugs." Fortunately, I'm not blogging to you from a basement of a crazy.   The night started  with getting some brews with Super Cool Dana and her awesome hubs at Green Room. Those brews, in particular are the ones I always forget the power of. So just three in made for a bra and shoeless night (typical Abby protocol).  So I got home and decided "I need to see the beach..." Then I decided ...