Where Does She Come Up With This Stuff

I've been so upset lately by the events in our country that I have been purposefully ignoring them. Hence, no political wisdom from me. Instead I will share a very funny story from Mailee, everyone's favorite lady.

Last Saturday was a busy day for us. Mailee and I had ballet class in the morning and then Mark had rehearsal. After that we ran home and quickly ate lunch and then it was off to Mark's sister's house for a 1pm birthday party for their 4 year old. It was great. The kids ran around like crazy people and played with toys and ate cake and candy. Very laid back and awesome.

Then we rushed home to pick up the truck and it was off to birthday party number 2 which started at 3pm. This party, also for a 4 year old, was held at GAGE gymnastics, a HUGE indoor gymnastics gym. Essentially, what we had was 13 kids under the age of four, including 2 just barely under 2 running around on mats and trampolines designed for kids over the age of 8. Total chaos. It was especially difficult to keep track of Brick who seems to have inherited the curse of the Olsen short legs and kept getting lost in the depths of the foam pit. After about 30 minutes Mark had to leave (hence picking up the truck) to go to a welfare training meeting so I was on my own.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this Mailee had to go to the bathroom, so I took her to the gym's unisex bathroom and she hopped up. While in there she started pooping, and just like Rachel she also feels the need to pep talk her poops. Not wanting to be disturbed, I locked the door.
"Mom, why did you lock the door?"
"So no one will come in while you are going potty."
"Oh. They might come in and not see me and sit on me and squish me down into the potty and then I'd be all dirty." I'm holding back the laughter.
"I'm sure they'd see you if they came in honey."
"Oh." And then she laid it on me. "They might see me and see that I'm so beautiful and then they'd sit on me and it would make their butt beautiful."

Priceless.

Pictures

Here are some pictures we have taken recently.

First up: San Francisco pictures.



We climbed a whole bunch of stairs like these to the top of Telegraph Hill where Coit Tower sits.



This is Coit Tower. We got some really great shots of the city and of Alcatraz from up here.





A great one of Mark in the shade of the foliage on Telegraph Hill.




Mark and this really funny street performer we saw on Pier 39.








Me on the pier with Alcatraz in the background.





Mark got too close to the binocular thingies and bumped his nose.






On the ferry to Alcatraz. I like this one because I am in so much awe that it looks like I might crap my pants any minute.








The requisite "I'm in jail!" pictures. Whereas I am relatively at ease with being behind bars, Mark looks a little more apprehensive, perhaps because he knows what happens to good looking guys like him in prison.



It seemed like nothing was free in San Francisco, so we were pleased to find that the Cable Car Museum was.

This is the cable car we rode from the Cable Car Museum down to Fisherman's Wharf.


Here is the submarine we got to tour: the Pampanito. Very very cool.


This guy was a crazy homeless man (or street performer) we saw on two separate occasions. He liked to hide behind branches and jump out at people as they walked by. Totally hilarious.

That's all I have time for for now. Stay tuned for more pictures and more posts.

Gay TV Shows

Hey, Spence. I don't watch "Life on Mars" and so for that I owe you nothing. In fact, I am so superior that I don't even watch tv on a regular basis. What do I do? I read fluffy bubblegum novels that require no thought. Cause I am so cool.

P.S. Cheating is cheating. It doesn't matter who (or what) you are doing it with.