Jessica Wise is my daughter and recently turned 17. and had asked if she could come to spend winter break with us. She lives in Florence, Texas, with her mom, who is still nice, Barry, her deranged stepfather, and three siblings who are a bit peculiar, as I’ve come to understand them; of course, that’s just my interpretation. You might notice a scar on my daughter’s cheek that was from a family dog that attacked her in the kitchen one night and subsequently had its head blown off by Barry with a shotgun right there in the kitchen; I’d probably have done the same thing if I had a shotgun and one of our cats opened up someone’s face. Jessica will be with us for ten days. With no time to spare, we needed to get busy.

After dropping Caroline at her office Jessica and I  headed over to the Heard Museum so I could wash some of the Texan bumpkin off her, but it didn’t work. The next stop was over at Sonal’s shop, where she met Rinku, who threaded her eyebrows; this was a first for her. After we picked up Caroline from her short day in the office, we scooped up Amanda and drove to Anaheim, California.