saturday things

it's official, afternoon tea in america truly sucks. i can say this with conviction as i am english and have a passport to prove it. today we tried for the SECOND time to have afternoon tea at the dumbass rose garden tea room in Pasa(insert expletive)dena. firstly i really don't like the Huntington Library, it's not in Huntington Beach and it's not even a library really. it's just full of really slow people, taking ultra dull pictures of stamens in glaring full sun. when you enter the library, they make you wear a sticker and i hate wearing stickers... i am NOT a crazed fan of the library and refuse to be labeled as one. but the security guards are all total nazis and insist you wear that damned sticker :| it's like a low security prison, but with flowers...

next the tearoom. they serve tea that smells like old ladies' perfume, namely jo malone 'red roses' which is very pretty as an air freshener but i just can't drink fragrant tea, it's like drinking air freshener and seems like poison. i like weak orange pekoe with a splash of milk. i had to request it as they only had the old lady smelling tea and pink lemonade... oh and the selection of cream cakes made me realize one thing: hometown buffet has spoiled me SO MUCH - it's so much better and it's not even that good! sigh... no more trying to recreate england in america. it just doesn't translate :(

we were just "booed"... the dogs heard a leaf crinkle in the driveway and went nuts and when Aaron sprinted to the door, he saw a dark colored sedan tearing down the street at 50 mph. he looked down to find a plate of cookies on the doormat :) firstly, we don't know anyone who owns a dark sedan and secondly, is it safe to eat cookies left by complete strangers if we don't recognize the car? i think we will feed one to the dogs and see if they are still alive in the morning :)

off to climb the wooden hill (we have no stairs... i just love to say it though) and watch some Criminal Minds with my snookie bear :)

our fancy tea with essential boring picture of flower :|


making/flying paper airplanes at 7am this morning :|

i gasped when i first saw 'him' standing there with my grater plater. Billy Mays i miss you :(

golden hour last night