Why, yes I am. Here, let me show you my card…
Over the last few weeks it’s become our little weekend routine to lunch our way around the free samples at Costco and then head homeward with a $4.99 rotisserie chicken for supper. Yumm.
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But this time it was only a short trip down the road from our friends’ house to Calabasas. I was hoping we might spot a minor celeb or two (the likes of Denise Richards lives close by, as does Heather Locklear and other people with deliciously manucured hair) but alas that was not to be. But lunch was nice and I got to browse in the bookshop for a couple of hours and make a shopping list for Amazon.
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We got there eventually, but it took twice as long as it should have done. It took just as long to get from San Diego to Los Angeles as it did to get from one side of LA to the other. Not a comfortable situation when you have the world’s smallest bladder and usually need to stop to spend a penny every 10 minutes 
We have our little routine. He jumps on my bed every morning and sleeps on my legs for a bit before we both get up and have breakfast. I’m going to miss it.
The impact of being punched in the eye by a feline. I was grooming him on the breakast bar (one of his favourite vantage points), and he bit sucked my hand, so I bent down to his eye level to tell him “No babes, don’t do that!” and then he punched me. Straight in the eyeball.
Barnaby Jonathan loves getting groomed, but sometimes he gets a little over-excited and can’t contain it.
