Living in Beverly Hills (That's where I want to be)

So I don't live there. As we all know, I live in Glendale. However, I did drive through Beverly Hills today  . . . and Santa Monica too.

It says play in Beverly Hills if you can't see it!

It took us way over an hour to drive home. Since we had the choice to be stuck on the freeway or take the scenic route, we went with the scenic way. And look what we ran right into (well almost):

The L.A. temple is beautiful, and it was a nice surprise to drive by it.

So walking from my apartment to the car, especially on rainy days is somewhat of a don't step in the hot lava kind of experience.

Except the hot lava in this case is snails. Yes, snails. They are everywhere.

It starts to rain, and they just creep their slimy way all over the pavement. I'm talking a mine field of snails here.

 As soon as I get to the bottom of my steps I automatically go up to my tiptoes and scan the pavement looking for the best possible route. Of course, the best possible route is the one that involves me not stepping on a squishy yet crunchy gastropod.

I suppose I look rather sillyto random passers (and drivers) by bouncing and leaping about , but it's much better than the alternative. (Nobody would call someone silly for leaping and bounding across a mine field, mind you.)

I think I prefer worms . . .

and believe you me that's saying something.

Oh, and for all you people who may have watched Parenthood tonight please do not hold your child's (or your own) head back when they get a bloody nose. From a veteran nose bleeder, it is not the right way to do it and is thoroughly gross too. I'll spare the gory details. Just remember to lean that head forward!