Seriously, UPS?

Hey UPS, we need to talk. 

This is really hard for me. I used to have a huge crush on you. Everyone did. That sexy brown-on-brown-on-brown uniform and that very clever phone number - 1-800-PICK-UPS. I never thought you would look my way, and yet, one day you started coming by.

Life with you was great for a long time. I had no reason to complain. Then, all of a sudden, things started getting weird. Missed delivery here, broken box there....what was I supposed to think?

I've heard what people have been saying about you lately. And I know that you have a bad image now, what with being caught on camera tossing packages over fences and all. I've been giving you the benefit of the doubt. But what you did to me today is the last straw.

I gave you my signature, I gave you my permission to leave the package at the gate, and I even told you to ring up my neighbors. But you still left me a "Final Attempt" notice on my mailbox and sent my package back to the sender. 

You are a rat bastard. I don't think we should see each other anymore.

Sincerely,

T.

The Natural History Museum and the Butterfly Pavilion

I woke up with a grand plan - take my son to see the Butterfly Pavilion at the Natural History Museum and hopefully get some photos.

I know that butterflies aren't interesting to a little boy who loves construction vehicles, trains, dirt, and sticking things in his nose. So I tempted him with promises of butterflies AND dinosaurs. He agreed, and we were soon on our way.

The Butterfly Pavilion did not disappoint. We arrived early and it was an overcast morning, so many of the butterflies were resting and waiting for it to get warmer before opening their wings.

We even saw caterpillars munching on leaves and tiny little eggs deposited on plants throughout the exhibit.

Of course, all of that happened in the span of 5 minutes. Immediately after walking into the tented area, my son began looking around for dinosaurs. I explained that the dinosaurs were inside the museum and that we would visit them after we saw the butterflies. His response?

He pointed and said, "Dere's butterflies, Mommy. I want to see dinosaurs now."

Hard to argue with that. 

Here you go, son.

Food p0rn - Central Station, Fillmore, CA

Tri-tip sandwich with side of baked beans

Not a great picture, I know. My camera lens will NOT stay put, despite my previous optimism. I can't tell if the blurriness is caused by the wonky lens or the terrible lighting. In any case, please imagine the deliciousness that was my lunch the other day.

Tender, juicy tri-tip on a butter-slathered, grilled roll.
Slightly tangy barbecue sauce for dipping.
Real chopped bacon in the baked beans.
Seasoned steak fries stolen from dear ole hubs' plate.
And a pint of Newcastle Brown Ale to wash it down.

Superb!