It all started very similarly to the way he orders Subway:
"Erin? I'm ordering Subway. You want something?"
"No, thanks. I'm fine. I'll just have a bite of yours."
"I'm ordering you an Itallian on wheat."
He told me I couldn't just post on his blog anytime I wanted to; I needed to start my own. So, fine.
We leave for Florida in 4 days. Los Angeles has been a rocky road. Literally, in that rocks blew holes through my car compressor on the 101 this week and I now have to have the entire thing replaced. With Charlie snoring on my lap, I am staring at boxes ready to be picked up by the Allied guys (or girls...). I'm hoping these are the automated boxes that unpack themselves.