THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
And behold, the seas were finally calm.
To say the least, I don't get it, but I guess it's not really up to me.
We drove up to Ventura today to visit the Mission Buenaventura, which my sister ended up reading as Boovy-ven-ta-trey in the informational booklet.
And so ensued hours of boovy jokes.
We ate lots of ice cream and drove through Malibu and Santa Monica and Topanga and hated everyone, and everything was alright again.
Go figure.