Here Comes the Rain...

My mom arrived last Thursday for a little weekend visit, and we had the nicest time while she was here. I always love when family comes to visit, it is hard sometimes living so far away from your family, it makes me sad. I wish that I could meet my mom for lunch on a random Tuesday, but I can't because she lives in Colorado. So it is always nice when she comes to visit, we always have some really good laughs. And this trip was no exception!

Here's the funny thing... As anyone who lives in Southern California knows, it rarely rains here. And I mean, RARELY. It's almost nauseating, and I know anyone not in so. cal will call me totally spoiled, but sometimes I wake up and think I just cannot take one more sunny day. (blasphemy, i know) But it gets really boring. In the same way that rain every day in Portland gets old, so does the sunshine. But every time my mom comes to visit, it rains. No fail! (with the only exception being my wedding, and I was happy she didn't bring the rain clouds with her that time) So "we had a little weather," as she likes to say. Friday night the thunder kept waking me up, I can't remember the last time I heard thunder here. So thank you mom, for bringing the rain once again, you know how much I crave and love it :)

On Friday night we went to a little restaurant in our neighborhood called Toscana, hands down the best Italian food ever, it is run by Italians who know what they are doing. Amazing. If you live here, you probably already know this.

Sadly, I have no pictures :( So this one will have to do...