without further ado...

I told you pinky promises were important to me!  While cord is still M.I.A. (starting to suspect I never had one in the first place.  It's either that or the theory that Lola ate it, in which caseI think we would have had serious problems by now) I DID finally get my pictures from our trip to the bay area on my computer.  Northern California was so beautiful everywhere we went, which not only caused my eyeballs to explode, but also led to my filling my memory card up, so there may be a few more vacation posts, if that's alright with you it's alright with me.

Anyhoo, this particular set of photos were from the day we took a drive to Bodega Bay, which happens to be the very place Alfred Hitchcock's 1963 film The Birds was shot.  If you have seen this classic, you may recognize the top photo from the scene where little children run away while being viciously attacked by carnivorous birds.  Although our trip to Bodega Bay was not quite as life threateningly exciting, the gray skies made every speck of color pop.  Also there was a surprisingly high number of "Kite and Candy" shops.  Apparently in Bodega Bay, when it comes to kites and candy, business is a boomin'.  Needless to say, Nick and I stocked up on handfuls of saltwater taffy, which I proceeded to shove into my mouth at an impressive rate.    When it comes to candy, I have a five-year-old's amount of self control.  Which is why when they cashier said my bill needed to be at least $5 to use my debit card, I hesitated for about all of 1/2 a second before grabbing a peanut butter cup the size of my fist that I had been eyein' since I walked in.  She kinda gave me a funny look, but I just gave her a look right back that said, "Yeah, I'm going to eat a colossal peanut butter cup, and then I'm going to blog to the world about it.  I feel that it is necessary."  Peanut butter cups just know the way I like it.

Oh, and say hi to my Grandpa, he's that dashingly handsome male standing next to the other dashingly handsome male known as my boyfriend.  In case you don't know me, my boyfriend is the one without the mustache (for now, working on convincing boyfriend that a mustache would suit him well.)

And we had lunch at a restaurant called The Tides, where I was able to, from a safe distance, take a few pictures of birds, waves, and the other wonderful sites that lovely landlocked Boise, Idaho unfortunately does not possess.  And then I ate my weight in clam chowder, and for a girl who grew up eating Progresso Clam Chowder, it was in a word, wowza.  That chun-kay clam chowder would have put my ex Progresso in a full nelson and made it say uncle.

And everything was wonderful, and sugar tummy aches were forgiven, and I survived Bodega Bay without being eaten alive by birds, and it was glorious.