Another good thing about moving to California is Liquor. Yep, I don't even drink that much, but you don't have to make a special trip to the liquor store before 7pm because (drumroll), you can get it at the grocery store. Who'da thunk it? If anything I'd think that the Californians would have more of a problem with liquor laws, seeing as there are more people to violate them. But nope. In California, if it's after 7pm and you decide you want a Bloody Mary the next morning, you're not be shit out of luck because the liquor store is closed. What a C-razy idea!
Thursday is my dad's 60th birthday and I'm at a complete loss. He really needs a hearing aid, but that's such a shitty gift...He can afford anything he wants, but doesn't ever want anything...I don't want to pull a Sixteen Candles and "forget" about it...Although at 60, I'm kind of curious how that one would turn out. Maybe I should get him his very own Long Duck Dong? Back to the drawing board I guess.
Finally, here is my favorite thing from the Puyallup Fair this year...It's a baby Alpaca.
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