California is stupid beautiful.
Yesterday B and I spent the day driving up the coast from LA to San Jose. We saw some of the most insane awesome sights I have ever seen. I pretty much expected 12 rainbows to shoot out of a mountain next to the unicorn breeding farm that definitely existed in this land of mystery and wonder. It was maximum sparkle magic. And during a time of reflection, when I asked B what his favorite part of the drive was, he said:
the ocean squirrel.
Apparently B is a squirrel whisperer.
But only with ocean squirrels.
B and I don’t see eye to eye on squirrels.
But B misses his cats and needs a friend. So he gives the bush tailed rat some lunch.
Then like out of Squirrels on a Plane, they start multiplying. The ocean squirrel is all, hey everyone, I found some asshole to give us food and he thinks that we’re friendly. Let’s lunge at their throats when they aren’t looking and steal their car.
Not on my watch ocean rat.
That thing had it in for me and was ready to strike. B may be a naive friend to the rats but I am no gullible rat friend. That squirrel was forming a brigade and a plan and I had to make a decision.
And the decision was to get in the car, lock the doors and drive away at 80mph in case they had transportation and weapons.
So yes, B’s favorite part of super fancy 9 day coastal vacation?