In a recent post, I said that I'd write "soon" about our trip to San Francisco, but what do you know... it's a whole month later and I haven't gotten around to that yet.
I'm too busy with... whatever.
Basically, we walked and biked a lot, and ate a lot of delicious gourmet French toast. We ate a lot of good food, but the French toast stands out the most. And now we're doing a weight loss challenge but I'm like, ahhh I really want that carmelized orange French toast! Good thing it's thousands of miles away.
We saw some good friends who oriented us to their great city, and I fulfilled a childhood dream (literally) of seeing the Full House house. Years later we would find out that Uncle Joey was the inspiration for the angry-chickiest song of the 90's, and Danny Tanner swore like a sailor, and Stephanie was on meth, and Michelle is on coke (probably?), but in that little house, all was right with the world.
So, yeah, those were the highlights.
And instead of writing about everything that's happened in the past month, I'll simply share what Dave told me this morning:
Dave: "Last night, I dreamt that we were friends with Joakim Noah, and we were in Target with him, and he grabbed you. So then I beat him until he was half-dead, and then I went to jail."
Me: "We are watching too much NBA basketball and The Killing in this home."
All of that to say... we both highly recommend The Killing.
