What I Did On My Summer HolidayMonday, July 11, 2011
Lounged around, extensively.
Went to San Francisco and had dinner with my number one blogging crush.
I'm not going to lie, I was crapping my pants. But I think I played it cool. Kind of.
Got badly lost on the way to Napa.
And on the way to University Falls.
And on the way to Boulder Creek.
And on the way to Elkhorn Slough
(which, incidentally, the Americans insist on pronouncing "Slew". Strange people).
Successfully managed not to punch my stepbrother-in-law in the face
when he asked us when we were going to "start pupping". Yeah.
We all know how I feel about *that*, even without the dog references.
|*For the avoidance of doubt, this is RAIN, ok people?*|
Had to change my clothes in the back of a car, after a gentle little stroll to see some seals
left me soaked to the skin through five layers of clothing. Including my underwear.
California, I thought we had an agreement about the rain thing?
Snuck out to the boardwalk after dark with my husband,
where I went on and on and on the rollercoaster,
and giggled at Fin giggling at me giggling at Fin,
and never wanted it to stop.
Until I thought I was going be sick. Then I kind of wanted it to stop.
Put on approximately three stone, consisting entirely of fried food, Pop Tarts and wine.
(This is based on no actual weight measurements. It is entirely possible that my clothes
may simply have shrunk.)
Bought precisely two things: a hat, because it was sunny, and a jumper, because I was cold.
I think this might mean I'm growing up.
The pictures are mine. The hairy ankles are all Fin's.