Greatest can design of all time.

I love this. I bought it as soon as I saw the art.

Orangina, I am your biggest fan.

I'm thinking Pulpeuse is a pun for pulp and pamplemousse? Either way, it tasted like grapefruit. I'm probably completely wrong.

Hot dog trees and walking tours.

With the legendary Andy. I swear this guy doesn't look like a teacher when he doesn't have classes. Otherwise he has dress pants, belt, and brightly patterned button up shirts. I kind of prefer this...

Also, we like the hot dog trees. 

View from the front door after nonstop rain.

Zombie Trees

For about a month now, my boy Pip and I have been trying to find the perfect zombie tree.

What is a zombie tree?

Well! A zombie tree is where we would hide in the event of a zombie infestation and attack! Think about it! A tree would be good shelter, would keep you out of reach, and are easy to get in and out of. Also, they allow you to survey the area. Zombies aren't known for tree climbing. 

Now, a zombie tree must have at least 5 key parts. 

• The first is that it must be tall enough to keep you safe, aka out of zombie arm range. Now, Pip and I have some tall, tall friends, and roommates, and roommates' boyfriends. So it must be at least 8 feet before the branches start.
  
• Second, a ZT must have multiple branches thick enough to support weight. Given, I'm pretty tiny, but you want a tree that'll hold more than just one person that weighs just 100 pounds.
  
• A ZT must have somewhat horizontal branches that you won't slide off of. 
  
• It must be able to fit more than 2 people, or fit 2 people comfortably, so that they may sleep.
• A good ZT should be relatively easy to get in and out of. Now, a tree with branches 30 ft up may sound awesome, but what if you fall? What if you need to get down? No, you want a tree that you can scale easily with the aid of a rope ladder or just a rope.

If you can't tell, this is a distracting hobby, which I sort of got Rachael into. And apparently, Lacoste and Apt has some good zombie trees!

Starting a trip with bad news.

Today I found out that last night on my Dad's birthday, my baby of 7 1/2 years died. She'd been okay for a while, my family believed she was recovering from an infection, but I suppose it flared up or something because she died last night...

I got her the weekend we went to see Harry Potter 1 in theaters. I've had her since 2001. I hope poor Elli fares well without her, I know he loved her, even if she was a little snot sometimes.

RIP Little Tombo, I'll miss you and your adorable little tear drop face.

Since her photo is nowhere to be found on my laptop, a little picture of her namesake should do.