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Spring aka Season of the Outdoor Festivals has sprung in my fair city.  With perfect weekend weather of 75 - 80 degrees,  we look to celebrate outdoors as much as possible because...

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In a few months, it will be Summer aka Season of Yes, It's a Dry Heat, but So is a Blow Torch.  With temps of 110 in the shade, you will find us outside only in the wee morning and post-sunset hours.

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This past weekend's festival:  Coronado Historic Home Tour.

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I realize that it's a bit of a stretch to label houses in a 123 year old city as historic, but hey -- if they were built in the 20s and 30s, they're more than likely haunted which, in my opinion, means that they're old enough to be "historic".

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I suspect "historic" might also have something to do with architecture.  One of this blog's token male readers just so happens to be an architect, so perhaps he can enlighten us in the comment section below.

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I invited Corinniecakes and Britt to embark on this Historic Tour of Bungalows.

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Most people dream of living in mansions.  My dream -- ever since I read the book <em>Miss Rumphius</em> -- is to live by the sea in a cozy bungalow.  Sigh...

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Back to reality:  Until California falls into the ocean, we are seasideless.  The girls and I schlepped downtown to urban bungalows.  Nonetheless, a bungalow by any other name is a still a bungalow.  Charming.  Sweet.  And so darned cozy.

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[caption id="attachment_4401" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Yesterday, I announced that I was Paula for the day.  But (pun intended) after seeing this photo, I&#39;m really more like JLo."]<a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/IMG00331-20110306-13211.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-4401" title="IMG00331-20110306-1321" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/IMG00331-20110306-13211-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>[/caption]

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Street festivals are known for their food.  Luckily, Corinniecakes is preggers and ravenous, so Britt and I were forced to sympathy eat right alongside her.

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Upon seeing the Short Leash hot dog truck,  Corinnie exclaimed, "I am way too excited about eating a wiener."

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Then Britt found a bone in her wiener, and...well...I'm not sure I want to share the joke I made here.  I'll keep this classy.
<div class="mceTemp"><dl id="attachment_4402" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 310px;"><dt class="wp-caption-dt"><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/IMG00335-20110306-1407.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-4402" title="IMG00335-20110306-1407" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/IMG00335-20110306-1407-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></dt></dl><dl id="attachment_4402" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 310px;"><dd class="wp-caption-dd">My latest fantasy:  a back porch.  While we're dreaming, let's throw in a front porch as well.</dd></dl></div>