hahahaha - you nailed it. This is exactly as reported by Phucker Gnarlson. It's hard to wake up to the sunrise during the May Gray and the June Gloom. Stroll La Jolla Cove until the next Santa Barbara oil spill washes in, daydream of miles of pristine beaches in Mexico while slimy kelp wraps itself around your calves.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.