when I stepped outside the terminal at Intercontinental and into the humidity of Houston Sunday night, I breathed an audible sigh of relief. I enjoy visiting other cities... some of them, I could even sort of see myself living in... like Chicago. Yay to that city and it's public transportation! L.A.... I don't want to live there. which is ok, because I'm sure the it's citizens feel that it's crowded enough as it is and there are already enough cars vying for public parking. the trip up the PCH to Zuma Beach WAS gorgeous, though, and though I teased him about it the new Sigur Ros album my husband was playing was a great soundtrack:
so maybe it's not as pretty here, or as climate-friendly, or as celeb-happy... and our mannequins haven't had boob jobs (??!!@!?)...
but Texas is home and I love it. I think the Hubby and I will head to Galveston soon for a little red-headed stepchild beach action. =)
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