buhhhlog

I'm alive. I went to San Francisco last week, where it was a crisp 60 degrees and sunny, where a bum spit in our cab driver's face, where we ate 'fresh-tasting' food, and where we slept a ton. For some reason I haven't recovered from my two weekends out of town, and am constantly tired. Some may call this "welcome to fall" and I may be one of those some. I'm falling asleep earlier and waking up later. Hopefully this weekend will repair my blogging abilities. But not tonight or tomorrow because its "meet the parents" tonight and tomorrow. Nate's parents are here tonight, my dad and his wife are here tomorrow. Now that's what I call a doozy of humor and free food!

A photo from the trip:



There's a difference between bocce ball and lawn bowling? Do bocce players wear black?