Just call me Perez

Because I am here to tell you that Matthew Fox surfs Kaikos. I noticed that Kaikos looked clean and pretty, not too big but just right, as the boca clinic rounded Diamond Head yesterday evening. Then as I was gossiping with Maggs, a car pulled up out of the neighborhood and stopped for us. I always try to make eye contact, just to be sure that we've been spotted. There were 25 of us, so I guess it was unnecessary, but my first thought upon catching his eye was I know that guy.. oh wait, no I don't, but it's Charlie! I don't watch Lost much, it's too confusing for my pea brain. But I was big on Party of Five back in the day. But every single time I go to a natural foods store, I see Hurley. He eats healthy stuff.. likely lots of it. And Sawyer is a neighbor, who recently hid out in the car, parked next to us, while sending his wife in to Longs. Today's Lost star was this guy:

But I doubt he wore that surfing. At least I hope he didn't, for his sake. He was driving a beater cherokee with a board on top and smiled at my double take.

Yesterday was not unlike Christmas. Except for the part where I had to go to work. But there was a hum of excitement in the air (or maybe in my brain) where ever I went.

It felt like a holiday, so we took a family portrait with the camera on the hood of the car and my neighbor's old washing machine in the background, just to fancy us up a little. Wyatt has developed a thing for old-man socks. Sky wore her Hope shirt. Henry used the ball more than me today, and this is how the family lounged around before school watching history.

Sky and Em didn't know what they were celebrating, but they're always down to celebrate! Later, when I tucked her in, she told me to get in and snuggle. I was still dirty from the ride, so I told her no, I'm dirty and stinky. She said no, you're just stinky. And I'm used to it by now. Thanks, sweetie.