Perkins, we're going this Friday.
I am tax-fried and bitter and waiting for blood work results, which is not making me any less fried. (Nothing big - knock wood - but one of those things where you go in for a totally random, minor, routine blood draw and everything's fine except one single iffy number, so you go back in for more blood work, which shows that everything is fine except for one completely different iffy number, so you have to go back in for more blood work, lather, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat, and now I'm on the fifth or sixth iteration of blood draws that have spun out miles away from one small simple thing that was literally months ago. I'm askeered that my miscellaneously funky blood will allow this poke-and-stab routine to go on for years, or until I run out.)
Oooh, Betsy! We could have dinner Friday night or breakfast Saturday morning!
The birthday is going well--in spite of his nasty head cold, O has been very mellow and good. The weather was perfect for the zoo--sunny and in the high 60's.
No, but she apparently offended a tiger.
JZ, this is deep family time for us: one of the few times we get to hang out undistracted in a tight little Perry world. Let's meet again in the one true city, but not in Las Vegas.
Ah, well, I'll have to content myself with waving in the direction of your hotel, then.
I'm up for the one true city. After all, we barely made it two blocks down Haight Street on the first thrifting expedition, and there's the whole world of Valencia to be explored (with oh, such marvelous bookstores, and the hat shop!).
Happy birthday, Owen, you beautiful big boy full of twoness!
San Francisco is dreary and gray today. Bleh.
Ha! One day when Kentucky beats SF weather. It's 70, sunny, and clear here. Booyah!
It's 70, sunny, and clear here. Booyah!
It's the same here, except with partly cloudy. Yay!
No, but she apparently offended a tiger.
I looked at the pictures! Oh my.
