ohmygawd.
i've been whimpering about the rhino foot for two weeks now.
no wonder!
i looked down tonight,
and good news!
the rhino is back!
impressive!!
i guess the ortho dr unavoidable...

And the crazy dreams are continuing. Last night I dreamed that I was pregnant. Ouch. I'll save you from the vivid details. I guess these are really eeking towards nightmares.

And I also forgot. I sort of had a smallish drop of eye saline when I saw the guyee from La Rondella at Cava 22. And also the cheap mix that went into the strawberry margarita. Perhaps that was the secret all along, but I don't want to believe it. Oddly, the next day I was still dreaming about the steak, which was way more tender than I would have expected. But in classic ele-style, the bestest part of the whole night was the salad.

Another SF first. That night was so fantastic that I finally had the bacon wrapped hotdog from the street vendor. With a little bit of grilled onion and a thin line of mayo. Clearly I was out of my right mind. And left mind.