Take off your top!
Today was the kind of California days that the state's PR department sells. Warm, sunny, clear. Wildflowers in bloom. Deer grazing on the hillside. The recent rains have left the rolling hills a deep, emerald green and all's right with the world.

Husband and I drove down to Stanford today and were reveling in the beauty of the day. And yelling at everyone in a convertible who had their top up.

I mean, really, what's the point of having a convertible if you're not going to put the top down on a day like this? Especially after months of gray and non-stop rain! We must have passed a dozen convertibles with their roofs up. Please! Husband began yelling out the window "you're doing it wrong!" And I agreed. He and I decided that if you had a convertible on a day like today and weren't going to put down the roof, then you should just get out of the car and give it to us.

Losers!