this is the cool organ Joaquin tossed to the curb- Gabs came and rescued it from the dumpster.
Cindy and I woke up early and headed for Tujunga to the half off thriftstore sale. The place was swarmed with kids high on sugar rummaging through filthy toys. Creepy men followed us through the place trying to peak under our dresses while we shopped. The line was about 25 people long. We noticed this Russian woman pretending to be "unaware" of the long line. She stood in the front about to cut. We weren't having any of that in this heat. Cindy and I started a hate brigade and told her where she could go. She used her accent as a weapon and pretended to not understand. Later she propositioned some poor fool in line to let her go. I took her picture as we were leaving and said I wanted to remember what a rude idiot looked like.
Back at the compound, we made deviled eggs and minty fruit salad.
The day was mostly comprised of eating and eating again.
Mr. P specialized in marinating Elk Ribs, Boar sausage, and other strange game. I stayed mostly near the salads.