I'm starving!

I'm so sick of milk!!!! I want a ham steak or pizza! In the meantime, I'll eat this...

It's that time of year!

When the snow flurries appear, and mom freezes her ass off because she has no clue how to dress in anything below 75 degrees. This of course, translates into not knowing how to dress me, but thankfully the rest of the family does. Thank you, aunt Sandra, for this lovely onsie purchased from the GAP in SAN DIEGO. 

I look fabulous as a polar bear! 

Also, after a few beers, dad is convinced we should send my picture to modeling agencies in NYC to get us the hell out of Eastern Europe! Mom agrees!!! 

I think I may have a shot! 

Wicked Witch of the East

Don't divert your eyes! My feet will shrivel and disappear momentarily! 

Also, despite it being cloudy and 10 degrees, I still like to wear dad's tactical sunglasses when given the opportunity. 

I'm such a celebrity that this is the only way I can safely get around town. So annoying! 

Rain, rain, go AWAY! Like, NOW!

So mom hasn't exactly acclimated to Eastern European weather, considering she grew up in the land of sunshine and zero humidity. Dad says that living in Southern California actually kills brain cells because you put no thought into deciding what to wear. I think he's right...because mom seems to be working on about five total. 

Mom literally took an hour to get ready, and then of course, opted to wear the most absorbent sweater she owns. Needless to say, she looked like a very sad, drowned rat when we got home. 

Also, the following is a picture mom snapped after dad dressed me yesterday! He may know cold weather, but he certainly won't be winning any fashion awards anytime soon. 

That would be yellow, brown, green and two very different shades of pink. He obviously doesn't want me to date. 

Appreciation

So dad mentioned it was cold in Budapest, and since most of the time mom and I don't listen to him, we were in for a big surprise when we got home. It's probably 40 degrees Fahrenheit. I miss the sun!!! The day before we left it was probably 85 in San Diego. At least mom and I get to wear all the warm stuff we bought for the winter.

Also, mom and I slept 13 hours straight when we got home! Needless to say, we won't be sleeping tonight! Where's the party!!!?

Unfortunately, dad only got to sleep two hours and then had to go fly again. I swear, that guy is a glutton for punishment. Thankfully, after today, he has an entire week off! When he gets home I'm going to ask him if we can go on vacation to Spain. 

Transcontinental debauchery.

For the first hour dad and I made friends. Mom isn't as social. 

Then I proceeded to sleep a whole 8 hours on the 9 hour flight. Per my usual, I took up more space than I was technically allowed. Mom and dad are suckers for my cuteness! 

It was actually surprisingly comfortable, despite first appearances. 

I took one sip of British beer and this is what ensued. Life is good! 

Ready to go!

Dad had to buy an extra ticket to get me on the flight. I guess he really wanted me to come home! 

I'll call everyone upon on arrival in the eastern bloc! Love my San Diego family!!