"Stay Awhile" Green

I fear I've been overblown and wordy in recent posts, so here are two less serious photos.

My wonderful friend Tracy -- you may remember her as the woman unafraid to climb on the prehistoric sloth statues* at the La Brea Tar Pits -- painted my toenails green over the weekend to echo a particular cover on the right rail. So now my toes are rockin' some "Stay Awhile" green. (I think the actual polish name might have been Mojito, for you mojito mavens out there.)

Yep, she has a headlamp she wears when she primps her pals. She's hilarious and nerdy and full of love and brimming with zest. A light in my world, headlamp or not.

* Climbing is permitted on the outdoor sloths, I should say. If you ever walk with me around The Wilfair neighborhood, we'll pay the slothies a visit.

Agree

The message in these Unique LA photos is very much in sync with what's in my heart as I write.

Plus, pics of adorable gentlemen and an adorable lady being all positive and stuff? Hi. Like. Yes.

Tar Pits Sloth

There are these giant prehistoric sloth statues at the La Brea Tar Pits, which are located next to The Wilfair's corner of Wilshire and Fairfax.

And there are two types of people in the world: People who will kick off their shoes and climb on the sloths -- no easy task -- and people who most certainly will not.

This is my completely rad friend Tracy atop a sloth. While none of The Wilfair characters are based on anybody, I'd be fibbing if I said Sutton doesn't owe something to her. My sloth climber extraordinaire.