Eden M. Kennedy has acted impulsively in ways she now regrets.

Well, we went out to breakfast this morning

Well, we went out to breakfast this morning, as directed by The New York Times, to a little restaurant called Tupelo Junction. This place has been avoided by us for a year and a half because of its trying-too-hard-to-be-a-Southern-roadside-shack concept. In actuality it was really, really good, if you don't mind paying $40 for breakfast, which I do. I do mind paying $9 for a half-order of French toast that mostly ends up on the floor under my child's high chair (oh, but the real whipped cream was a nice touch, thanks). See? I can complain unceasingly about Santa Barbara until the day I die! How fun for everyone around me. Jack, of course, loves it here. This is a picture he painted of the appallingly beautiful view from our bed. Pretty good for a guy from New York.

We're going to visit Jack's mom . . .

Wah wah wah

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