My mom and sister were up visiting last week. It was my mom's birthday on Friday so i took them to see the Broadway musical "Wicked." We decided to go to Tommy's Joint for dinner before the show. Tommy's is a San Francisco landmark. Mom and sister were really dolled up for the show. Really dolled up! About half way through dinner..."PLOP"...a spoonful of baked beans fell off mom's spoon directly onto the front of her blouse. She got a little water and a napkin and cleaned it the best she could. Then sister gets up to use the restroom and runs into a bus boy who was carrying a to-go bag full of baked beans. What are the chances!? The container fell on the floor and "SPLAT!" Beans everywhere! Including all over sister's dress! Well, we cleaned the dress the best we could and went off to the show. I sat between them smelling their lovely perfume of baked beans. I think the entire audience left the theater craving beans without having a clue why.
There are two things in this life that will surely get a laff outa me. The first is when people fall down. Boy, howdy! I cant resist that one! Makes me laff everytime. Even if i'm quite sure there's a broken hip in the deal. I just cant stop that giggle from risin' from my belly. The second is a bit less obvious. I get the biggest kick outa watching people try to parallel park. In San Francisco parking is at a premium. There just arent enough spaces for all the cars to occupy. Especially when the outa towners show up. Michelle and i will spend countless hours in the window just watching some poor soul try for the 12th time to get into that peanut sized gap. Ooooh! Thats a good one! We'll even yell to each other the play by play if one of us has to leave the room. "Hey, he's crankin' it too far to the left again! Here he goes! OH! He smacked the bumper! Nope!! Has to start over!"
When i came home the other day i heard Michelle yelling in the hallway. "I'm stuck! Help!" Michelle has taken to wearing the house key on a chain around her neck. I guess so she wont lose it? Well, this is what i saw as i rounded the corner. The key was stuck in the lock and she couldn't pull the chain off over her head. Trapped. To the front door. I'm uncertain how long she was like that. But i know she was relieved to see me and to have me remove the key from the lock. She still wears the chain with the house key around her neck. Sometimes i wonder about that little lady.
We're having a hot spell in San Francisco. That means the animals are shedding. All over the house! In fact, i think the couch is shedding and the walls are shedding and the pots and pans are shedding. Its a very hairy household right now. So yesterday Michelle got tired of brushing the critters and grabbed the hand vac!
I discovered today that I'm incapable of drinking from a fountain. It goes right up my nose and then dribbles down my chin. I'm not sure why its so difficult for me. I tried a few times and each time i got the same result. Water all over my face and down my shirt. Perhaps its my grandma's fault. I remember when i was a little girl being at the park and my grandma telling me never to drink from them because there was some water fountain disease or something. And then there was the time at the golf course with my dad when i went for a drink and there was a bee on the spigot. Almost stung my nose, that guy! And there's a distant memory of my older sister telling me some strange story that there's a boxing glove in them and when you lean in they POP YOU right in the chin. So i guess in retrospect I'm a little skittish and just not that practiced at the fine art of water fountain-ing. Next time I'll just buy a bottle of water and be done with it.
While we were in Portland we ran across a strange ritual. Apparently, once a year there's a naked bike race thru the city. Uh... OUCH!!Michelle said that getting pooped on by a bird is good luck. Well, Halleluja! It's my lucky day!
