Got back Sunday from a fun weekend with the hubs. I flew into San Francisco so my part time lover and I could go on a much needed date. We went to Fisherman's Warf, Aquarium of the Bay, took a taxi through the crazy streets of San Fran, (got a stomach ache), waited a couple hours to eat at a yummy restaurant (can't remember the name), got lost looking for our car, got lost trying to find the 101, got to the hotel by 2am, and spent lots of $$$ in the process! I decided I'm intimidated by the city and need someone who appreciates it to show me the ropes! I'm happy I don't have to live there though. Interesting place, but not my style.
Saturday we set out to find a place to rent. Without many options, we got a little discouraged. We found one charming little (and I mean little) home on the west side, walking distance to downtown that we love, but haven't heard back yet. We'll see. I felt bad leaving JD all alone in the Quality Inn. Poor guy misses his Maddie so bad.
Left this little cutie pie home with Papa and Grammy. She didn't miss us a bit!
She is growing up so much lately. She says "bleshew" if you sneeze, folds her arms and bows her head during prayers, colors with crayons, and even tells you when she's going poopoo. She's the luckiest little girl to have so many people around that adore her.
***So, right after I posted this, I checked my email, and guess what- the charming little house that we loved, ya, she found other "more qualified" tenants. Who's more qualified than us, seriously? I'm crushed. Oh well, back to square one.***