Sacha Baumann is an artist and designer living and working in Los Angeles.

My happy ending

Okay, last night Topher's puppy wouldn't stop licking my face. This was funny to Topher. He laughed as he held onto the frisky pup and then thankfully took it away.

Later, Ashton and Demi waved and said hi as we zoomed by on our fancy golf cart. They were holding hands. She was smoking and sipping on a Red Bull with her other hand.

Meanwhile, McCauly was shooting hoops. He's punk rock.

At some point Wil smirked and then turned around to show-off his fine, corduroy-clad ass. He cracked himself up. And me too. It might have been the wine, but the dude is funny.

(Nice end to the SoCal stretch of My So Called NoCal/SoCal Life.)

1967, the year of Perry Mason

1967, the year of Perry Mason