Ahhh beautiful Los Angeles. Smog riddled, crime infested land of those who dress like a waif even when they’re 4 sizes too large for the hip huggers and tank they’re donning. The visit to see Jennifer was actually great. She and Steve have an adorable bungalow house not far from the Marina in Westlake. Not the least of the so-cute-I-could-die bits about the house is the guest cottage. Perfectly sweet and charming.
Just the same, it’s good to be home.
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