I try hard to like you San Francisco. I know it is usually my fault and not yours, but why is there always a hint of discomfort when I visit you? I think we are better off as friends and should see other people. Maybe someday we will try it again.
A momento from today's trip:
I was interviewing a SF babysitter for the Google holiday party. I found a great gal and she was nice enough to hop in the eurovan and direct us to a cute restaurant down the street. It had the most delicious ham croissant sandwich and Blake enjoyed his turkey sugar cookie at the end.
Squat and Gobble: