trees are the answer
if you're traveling down life's road pondering why we're here, or what it's all about, or why the bus in front of you looks like it's about to tip over, or whatever, it's be sure to pay attention to those little signs for clues, like the big-ass truck following you from San Diego to Anaheim with the bumper sticker "Trees are the Answer."

Ahh yes. I see.

This weekend was que-fun, starting off with 4 hours of britt-the-jungle-gym practice for those tiny white belts at karate, followed with a lovely dinner at the Trozzi abode for my bro's bday, spiced with a conversation starting with "if you average 200 orgasms a year, you'll add 6 years to your life" (which do you think would be the more "augh, don't say that!" comment following that convo opener: "we'd better get crackin'!" or "you'd better stock up on batteries." You choose.), and bringing up the rear was a little trip to California Adventure with Ji and a couple of gallons of water that hitched a ride with us the rest of the day after we went on the raft ride. If being soaked through the chones wasn't indicator enough, having a complete stranger sitting across from you point and laugh for the entire ride because you're so wet pretty much means you're the winner when it comes to playing the "Who's going to take the longest to dry?" game. Singing Disney tunes on the way home speeds up the un-dampness process.