Is it a bird?...Is it a plane???

Traffic is, so far, the only BAAAAD thing I've discovered about living in LA. There are really only four hours during the day when you have a chance at getting anywhere fast. If you miss the 10am-2pm window of opportunity, be warned, you'll forget all the great stuff about being a Californian and wish yourself somewhere else...anywhere else!

I hit traffic this evening when I went to drop my dogs off for a sleepover at a friends house. I spent most of the journey wishing for superpowers. I wish I could teleport...I wish I could fly...I wish I could fly and was strong enough to pick up the car and the dogs...and looked like a female version of superman! I'll be having similar delusions tomorrow when I'm driving the kids to Vegas on their monthly visit to their father (the crazy Hungarian I refer to sometimes).

Cali to Vegas is without a doubt the most monotonous, jaw slacking, bum numbing, drive, you will ever have to face.I'm pretty sure it's a deliberate ploy by the casinos to dull the minds of all arriving from the Golden State so that when they eventually see the lights of Sin City on the horizon they are suitably brain dead and believe they're really in with a chance of winning at the tables!

So my pups have gone away for the weekend. I took them to the groomers this afternoon and packed them off smelling faintly of apple and coconut with bows in their hair. I always make sure my pets and my kids smell wonderful if they're going to be taken care of by someone else...it's a fail safe plan that their minder will give them love. No-one likes a smelly ward!

There's this fantastic hair potion from Holland called Zwitsal and when the kids were little I'd spend a fortune getting it sent over so I could sprinkle it on their heads to ensure their special treatment. No, I'm not completely bonkers, try it. I'll bet your babes start getting better grades in school, and are immediately embraced as the most popular kids on the playground!