...And Then My Car Died

Last night I was in Topanga Canyon for the culmination of a photo project I've been working on for their Chamber of Commerce (more on that another time), and on my way home, along the twisty, narrow turns of the canyon road, my car battery decided to give out. 

I ditched Liz Lemon in a parking lot for the night (luckily I hadn't quite left the outskirts of town, or else I would have been in the middle of a dark canyon all alone for over an hour) and Toby picked me up and brought me home. We came back the next morning and a kickass tow truck driver helped us bring Lizzie to an auto body shop in the valley. She was even game for having her picture taken with Domo, who was enjoying the whole situation way more than he should have been. The dinosaurs didn't tag along for this adventure; they had had a little too much fun the night before and needed to sleep in. 

Lessons learned from this experience: 

1. Pay attention to the little red battery light on your dashboard when it comes on. 

2. Lady tow truck drivers are the best tow truck drivers.

3. The people of Topanga Canyon are wonderful, helpful and giving, and you can depend on them to be there for you in times of need (thanks Tana and Ali!). But I knew that already. 

Happy Sunday, friends. 

P.S. I've decided to forego my Project 52 for now, because I just can't seem to keep up with it. However, fear not; Domo and the gang will still be making plenty of appearances on this blog. =]