A hotel with a revolving door.

That's what my house has become.

...And please don't get me wrong. That is how I want it.

I want friends and family staying with us all the time---I'll go to the wharf until I'm blue in the face and see the Golden Gate Bridge until the day that I finally stop asking why its not actually gold.

 I LOVE having people over, I really do. 

....but maybe not for 7 weeks straight.

I did the math and realized we have had visitors at least once a week from anywhere from 2 to 6 days, with a 3 or so day gap in between, for the last 42 days straight. 

Sheesh, universe...chill out! Spread those peeps apart next time, k?

I don't remember what a schedule is. 

I don't remember the last time I ate anything green or from the ground.

 I don't remember what day or time it is.

I guess I don't remember how to spell Barnes&Noble (ha) 

....and I don't remember paying any bills.

effffffff word.

So, hi. 

I'm officially back. 

Officially.

Anyone want to cleanse with me??

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Oh! ...and we have a new room mate! My brother-in-law Landon moved from Utah into our house after filming this:

Rapt Studio / Spring Party 2013

from Rapt Studio on Vimeo.

The event at Rapt was unlike any other party I've ever been to. The space alone is incredible, and I am so envious Bronson gets to spend his work days there. I ate oysters until I lost count and had the greatest time imaginable, but I'm guessing they were impressed with Landon's work, because the next week he was an official resident of SF---and the best part, our new live-in babysitter.