Homeward Bound

Here are some tidbits that I have learned in the past couple of days:
1. You can pay $2.99 for an hour of wireless at SFO, and, I presume, most airports. (I am aware that most people already knew this. I am not, however, most people.)
2. UCSF medical center has a walk-in urgent care clinic. You don't have to have a doctor at UCSF to use it.
3. The nurse practitioner at UCSF is not all that helpful when you have an attack of the MRSA. They do give you a prescription that, so far, has not caused your face to swell up.

Here are some things that I have observed so far while waiting for my overbooked flight:
1. Two sisters approximately 8 and 10, dressed in matching pajamas and bathrobes. The younger one's p.j.-bathrobe set is blue. The older one's is pink.
2. A 12-year-old girl staring at me strangely for wearing my neck pillow. Her sister is wearing headgear. Headgear is weirder.
3. The planewear of choice for children taking redeyes seems to be pj's, with the notable exception of one little boy who is wearing cutoff kahkis, an orange Ralph Lauren polo shirt, and a suit jacket.

I cannot imagine raising my children on the opposite side of the country from my family. This West Coast adventure is really great for now, but small children + redeye every holiday? I can't imagine that that's fun. Plus, I want my mom around to help me take care of my babies.

Cookies make my life better.

I am sorry for my lack of posting frequency; I am very busy leading my excruciatingly boring life.
I would, however, like to point both of my readers in the direction of these cookies. They are amazing and they will change your life for the happier.
(Thanks, Smitten Kitchen!)

They Do Have A Point

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

Conversation with my roommate while watching this:
Me: It's like We are the World! All over again!
roomie|west: Except it's We are the Gays!
. . .
r|w: That was a really good thing to watch together. It was like family t.v. hour. Except two minutes. And a computer screen. And the gays.

Coming Up for Air

Sorry for not posting.
Too busy hanging out at home, seeing old friends, and reading this.
How did I not find out about it earlier? I guess it made the rounds of the internet awhile back, when people thought it was real. I like it better knowing that it's fiction. It's like those chick-lit books I'm embarrassed to admit I sometimes love.
Okay, more leftovers, then sleep in preparation for my forty-seven thousand hour plane flight back to San Fran tomorrow.

Two Funny Things

1. Yesterday in preschool, a little girl with hair similar to mine asked why I had taken my hair out of a ponytail. I explained that I had done it because I felt like it. "But your mommy will be very mad at you!"
2. I buy Greek-style yogurt from the produce market up the street. Two weeks ago, I bought some, but then promptly got sick and didn't eat any until yesterday, when I noticed that it was especially sour-tasting. Assuming it had gone bad (even though the expiration date is in late December), I bought some more today. When I brought it home and checked the packaging, I realized that last time I had unwittingly bought "old country style" yogurt.
I am not man enough to handle old country style yogurt.

I Feel that the fact that my pumpkin is sleeping says something about me.

This is my pumpkin. His name is Jack.



When I found Jack at the Pumpkin Patch, I knew he needed to be mine.
You see, he was lying on his side, taking a little rest. I like to do that, too.
So, I took him home, where he sat on my kitchen table for a week.
Then, the night before Halloween, when I have always carved my pumpkin always and forever, it was time to give him a face, complete with closed eyes.


He was sleeping, but that wasn't clear to me, so I needed to give him some Zs.



Happy Halloween, Internet!
Love,
Abbie and Sleepy Jack

You Know You Wish I Were Your Roommate

You have no idea how much effort went in to making this photo perfect.