Psst, hey connie!

Pretty sword pens!

Of course, my eye was then immediately grabbed by the itty vibrators below the pens . . .

my eye was then immediately grabbed by the itty vibrators below the pens

I can take no responsibility for the "if you like this, then check out these!" connections...in fact, mildly disturbed by a sword/fukuoku link.

Sheesh! Sometimes a sword is just a cigar, err, or something.

Dammit, I looked at a hamburger blog and now I want a hamburger. On the plus side I can go over there at 11:30 and beat the rush.

Less fun than contemplating the imminent cheeseburger: Emmett's got a sore neck, so he's home with Mom. Emmett is surprisingly muscley for an 8 y.o. and he will occasionally "sleep wrong" and get a pinched nerve. These don't seem like 8 y.o. ailments to me, but he gets them.

His Mom will be bringing him to my workplace at 2:30 today. Which at least relieves me of an afternoon commute, and he should be placated with a small gelato (which I owe him anyway from baseball).

Still, I didn't come in to work yesterday because it was too fucking gorgeous to be filing paperwork on a Sunday. But now I'm going to get behind and I'm stressing. Also, the car failed it's smog check and we already dropped $700 on it to fix that problem. So it can't get registered and blah blah dominoes.

Feh.

When's my cheeseburger? Can somebody set a timer?

Dammit, I looked at a hamburger blog and now I want a hamburger.

Was it this one?

Poking head to congratulate Betsy on her new job - yay!

Was it this one?

Yes it was. They haven't even reviewed the best hamburgers in SF yet. (Mo's if anybody was wondering.)

Speaking of beef, one of the fancy boutique places in the Ferry Building is Prather Ranch Beef. Their beef is ultra pure from hormones and antibiotics for a curious reason - the beef is primarily raised for collagen and bone transplants used in surgery. But then they have all this extra fancy beef lying around, but they can't get the usual cuts of meat off of it, because it needs to be cut up first for medical purposes. So you get a lot of tri-tip and fancy hamburger instead of World's Most Organic Porterhouse.

Yay Betsy!

I just got all excited, thinking about going to the Shake Shack for a burger tomorrow when I drop my boots off to be re-soled, but then I remembered I need to lose a couple of pounds in the next couple of weeks, dammit.

Congratulations, Betsy!

I'm having a burger right now AIFG. Though probably not the least bit organic.

Congratulations, Betsy!

I felt all kindsa virtuous when I ate my leftovers-based lunch instead of running out for a burger. I suspect that alleged virtue will not last through dinner time.

Congratulations, Betsy!

Now I'm hungry, too. I'm also bummed because Ozzie's, the 1940's lunch counter where I get my egg and olive sandwhiches, is closing at the end of the month.