Last night, Jen and I ended up going to Buca di Beppo for dinner. Good food - and a lot of it - although the restaurant was plagued by screaming kids who were running everywhere and nearly tripping waiters. Pretty straightforward, until we left the restaurant.

My car (lovingly christened "General Zod") had about a dozen small, well... poops on it. Little round quarter-sized things, with seeds sticking out of them. Now, I'm no expert on turds, but I swear I've never seen anything like them. And they were all over the car - the hood, the trunk, and even on the roof. It's like a sick rat trampled my Camry when we were eating. A quick trip to the car wash fixed the problem, though, and now my car is happily poop-free.

Tonight, we headed out to La Verne to a Chinese restaurant Jen used to go to (they had relocated). Pretty good food, although my choice of Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce is one I'm starting to regret. Next time, methinks I'll stick with the safe bet of Curry Chicken.