One more week!

 

In exactly a week I will be in San Francisco. The land of street trolleys, rice-a-roni and Kimmy Gibler. Every time I tell someone about this trip, there's an (imagined?) flash of jealousy  in the person's eyes followed by "Oh, I loooooooooooooove San Francisco."

We'll be there for a week and I have  about three hundred things I want to do while we're there. And look at this weather forecast! Look at it! You guys it has been an average 1000 degrees in my apt lately. I can wear tights! Scarfs even! Dare I say it, cardigans? When I think of wearing all those things at once my eyes go glossy and my mouth gets slack, the Full House theme starts playing, whole nine yards.

Not only will I get to enjoy this fab weather, but I get to spend a week straight with my husband!...and my father-in-law and brother-in-law and Mitchell-in-law, but they're swell gents. Jared and I see this as checking out our future home town. Maybe. Apparently you have to be King Tut to afford an apartment in the city.

Have you been to San Francisco? Did you wear flowers in your hair? Luckily for us we're staying with friends, so we'll get a native taste, but recommendations are always welcome.