My friends at work got laid off, others took drastic pay cuts, the girls got stomach bugs and, on top of that, the entire city of San Diego judged me because I wrote this article.
I am drained.
The only thing keeping our house sane is World Cup soccer, which has been totally fun and exciting. Or maybe I'm saying that because Mexico won when no one thought they would, and it came on pretty much the worst day, ever, and instilled a weird sense of hope in me.
Anyway, here is a picture of a good day. And I'm posting it even though people are going to be all upset that we take our kids to Pinkberry. We do, everyone! And then later we bathe them in high fructose corn syrup!
3 comments:
ah, but you are loved in santa cruz, capitola, aptos, san jose and campbell...
step up, san diego.
And, of course, in Rockport, Massachusetts. And, I daresay, in Richmond, VA!
You know that Warhol quote about not reading what people say about you but measuring it in inches?
You got a zillion comments on that. That's a lot of inches :)
p.s. People is dumb.
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