That's what my house has become.
...And please don't get me wrong. That is how I want it.
I want friends and family staying with us all the time---I'll go to the wharf until I'm blue in the face and see the Golden Gate Bridge until the day that I finally stop asking why its not actually gold.
I LOVE having people over, I really do.
....but maybe not for 7 weeks straight.
I did the math and realized we have had visitors at least once a week from anywhere from 2 to 6 days, with a 3 or so day gap in between, for the last 42 days straight.
Sheesh, universe...chill out! Spread those peeps apart next time, k?
I don't remember what a schedule is.
I don't remember the last time I ate anything green or from the ground.
I don't remember what day or time it is.
I guess I don't remember how to spell Barnes&Noble (ha)
....and I don't remember paying any bills.
I'm officially back.
Anyone want to cleanse with me??
Oh! ...and we have a new room mate! My brother-in-law Landon moved from Utah into our house after filming this:
The event at Rapt was unlike any other party I've ever been to. The space alone is incredible, and I am so envious Bronson gets to spend his work days there. I ate oysters until I lost count and had the greatest time imaginable, but I'm guessing they were impressed with Landon's work, because the next week he was an official resident of SF---and the best part, our new live-in babysitter.