Went to the Renaissance Faire today with Jen, out in San Bernardino. Had a good time - turkey and swords and all - and the two of us ended up picking up a large tapestry with a Celtic knot in the middle of it to hang on the wall over our bed.

Right now, we're just relaxing a bit, and getting ready to head off to bed. Ordered in tonight from a good Italian place up the road from us called Giorgio's, and have a ton and a half of leftover pasta in our fridge to show for it. Ugh. Big servings.

Tomorrow morning, we're heading up to a place called Solvang with Lisa to bring her dog back to her mom. Dunno where it is, but Jen says it's nice up there, and it has windmills. So how bad could it be? :)