yesterday, jim z. and krista l. met chris s. when we bumped into him at the northridge "fashion center." fun times.

that was not the highlight of our trip there, which occurred because mr. tahramy a.d.d. was unprepared for any sort of early arrivals to his "home." (he was currently indisposed at his place of employment.)

a few minutes after we started walking around, i spied a couple of girls milling about one of those weird cart thingies that act as stores. this one had jewelry or sunglasses or something else that i won't buy any time soon.

as we walked past, i punched the shorter girl in the head. "take that," i thought i yelled.

i couldn't help it. she wasn't in my line of sight and her head happened to be at arm-swinging, normal-walking fist-level.

frickin' four-year-olds.

i mumbled "sorry, silly girl, but i'd do it again," over my shoulder as we whirled past them.

and then krista noticed jim disappeared! i love her.