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It has come to my attention that I haven’t blogged that much lately. My sincere apologies. It’s hard when real life gets in the way, especially when that real life requires you to actually pay attention to real life, especially when you start a new job, and ESPECIALLY when that new job is for the Internet and requires to you to pay attention to things in real life for things on the Internet. Confusing, right?

But it’s all good. Because apparently everyone I now work with has a blog of their own, so my competition has seriously gone like WAY UP and I feel the need to actually brainstorm, think and proof-read my entries. In other words, this sucks.

So to make it up to all you 3 readers (actually, only one–hi Lisa, because she’s the only one to directly email me. Actually, that’s not true. She also emailed our other friend, so I guess I take it all back) I present to you a nice photo of a disgusting tree rat…squirrel.

B and I drove down to San Diego last weekend to visit my brother-in-law and he took us to this seal cove (which I’ve never been to…thanks, Jenny. I thought you showed me all that SD had to offer), and we saw this sea lion being captured by Sea World people (but no seals) and apparently, the squirrel infestation along the beach has gotten out of control. Please, people. Stop feeding the squirrels. Why? Because they will probably bite you in your sleep and suck your blood out. Gross.

I mean, look. This disgusting squirrel actually failed to RUN AWAY when I tried to kick it. WTF, right? Instead, it posed for me and then slid down the sand dune on its fat belly. Gross.