When did there start being crows all over Los Angeles? I don't ever remember seeing them until a couple of years ago, and then they were all I saw everywhere. But especially in my neighbourhood--huge ones, big as cats and noisy as, well, noisy as crows.

I keep saying that old rhyme in my head, "One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told." The day I saw one and one and one, flying over my head one after the other, but each one disappearing right before the next one appeared. Does that mean a girl, my little girl Ruby, or does that mean sorrow three times?

So yesterday I saw Mo! We're both really Angelinos, so we're here for the holiday, and we went to The Grove.

Neither of us knew The Grove from a hole in our heads, but Mo's sister and cousin insisted that it was The Place to go. We thought it was a restaurant, but it turned out to be a new outdoor shopping centre attached to the Farmer's Market. And they were right, it was absolutely the place to go!

Mo and I switched places by my being on time and her getting hopelessly lost, but once we found each other everything was swell. I amused myself while waiting by watching all of the Californians walking around in sweaters and jackets while I was wearing my new pink sleeveless top that I got for Christmas (I must tell you what I got for Christmas one of these entries). Every time the thermometer goes below 70°, all of these people bundle up in parkas. I was laughing less heartily three hours later when the sun got lower and I got cold!

When she arrived, we were starving, so we went to get some lunch. I had a turkey club which was about the best turkey club that I've ever had, and we shared a creme brulee for dessert which was not the best creme brulee that I have ever had, but it was pretty great since it was still creme brulee.

Then we went shopping, or Mo shopped and I was swept along in her wake. I did buy some things, but she bought everything. This happens when you get thin enough to wear normal sizes in normal stores, it's expensive being thin! She looked fantastic, too, not that she didn't look beautiful before, but she is just turning into the best version of herself.

I did buy a few things, since I am not made of stone. I fell in love with the eucalyptus spearmint scent at Bath and Body Works, where I got some shampoo and conditioner that were on sale and some oil that was not. The oil was great, sort of a clear lotion, that made my hands soft as can be, and smell terrific. I'm not wild about the scent of eucalyptus, but it cut the spearmint so that it doesn't smell so much like you rolled in gum. They are perfect together.

Then we went to Victoria's Secret and she got cute boy-cut underwear and I got a pink sparkly beater that fits like a second skin, which is slightly tighter than I would choose, but Mo said that it looked good and besides, it's pink! And sparkly! And as stated above, stone is what I am not made of.

We had a swell time, and she got some nice clothes that I helped her choose with my fine eye, and we're seeing each other again on the 1st at Tamar's house!

Somebody's seen that movie too much.

The Victoria's Secret saleslady pointed this out as being the ugliest nightie that she had ever seen. It's certainly the ugliest nightie costing $80 that I've ever seen. I guess she doesn't have anyone breathing down her neck working upstairs, because you rarely get that kind of chatty honesty at Victoria's Secret!

Mo and her boy-cut undies.

Today's horoscope:
Appreciate what you have before fate decrees that you pass it on. Money is a curse until you see it for the tool that it is. An accurate memory of the experience will be more valuable than any token that it yields.

One year ago today:
They have a tiny menu, but everything is exquisite, and though I'm certain that the lamb is very good, if you come to The Porterhouse Cafe and you don't have a porterhouse steak, you are an insane lunatic. Don't even mention the vegetarian entree, honestly, you should just stay home.

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