The Santa Ana winds are in full effect. On my walk last night, valet signs were blowing over and girls perfectly blow-dried straight blond hair was flying about.
The quick and dirty about the winds:
"Several meteorological factors come together to create the hot, dry Santa Ana winds that often whip up roaring fires in Southern California."
The headline this morning: Malibu 'at the mercy of the wind'.
We aren't really feeling the effects of the fire here in West Hollywood. However, Napoleon may be feeling the heat. Every time Ray and I open the fridge today, he climbs in:
I can't believe you made me get out of the fridge.
3 comments:
HAHAHAHA, I am willing to bet that opened can with baggie over it belongs to YOU!
The tidiness of the inside of your fridge puts the inside of my fridge to shame. Excuse me while I go get my sponge and soft scrub.
Napolean! You better not get in there anymore. I got stuck in Anne's cupboard once when I was a kitten. It was there for hours!
Sunny (from kitty heaven)
Okay, that creeped me out a tiny bit. I love you, though, Anne.
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