Oh please. Those T.V. stars aren't desperate. Not even close. I'm here to tell you no one can appreciate the meaning of desperate unless you've worn your shirt backwards for the entire day, or taken giant dropperfuls of Children's Tylenol because there was not one dose of the adult version to be found.
Still, I confess that desperation is relative here in the Golden State. We're as close to paradise weather wise as you can get so I cannot relate to the desperate housewives in the midwest who cope in tongue-freezing-to-the-metal-pole-temperatures. We're sort of comfortably desperate here. I don't mean golden sandy beach, comfortable. Northern California has fog, a rocky coast line and even seasons, don't you know. I traveled nationally during my college days for speech tournaments and we had a fellow who used to tell poor unsuspecting midwesterners that he was the Captain of our surfing team. A San Francisco surfing team. Ha! Are there any common misconceptions about the place where you live? And please tell me you have desperate moments too. Throw me a bone, people!
And I'd like to add that I had to remind the flip flopper in this picture that shorts are no longer allowed in December! Sheesh! Dana
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