Well.
We made it to the beach today.
Some of us LOVED our toes in the sand.
Some of us DIDN'T.
We rode a trolley to get there.
Gav got to pull the brake.
Oh you know that made his day.
Thank you trolley driver . . .
We rode a trolley to get there.
Gav got to pull the brake.
Oh you know that made his day.
Thank you trolley driver . . .
We saw people swimming in the ocean.
Swimming.
Like, in the 20* water.
Seriously.
Sick people.
Swimming.
Like, in the 20* water.
Seriously.
Sick people.
Picture courtesy of the timer.I love being a tourist.
As we were riding home . . .
I was thinking to myself
"Man. I'm pretty awesome. I rode the train, trolley and got to Ghirardelli square all by myself. I'm such a pro at this public transit stuff."
That's when I looked up and realized I was at the airport.
Got on the wrong train.
I suck.
I did, however, meet some real life Bronx Beaters.
Click on that in case you're not a SNL watcher . . .
Shame on you.
Seriously.
Check out the animal print luggage and long red nails.
I'm just saying.
5 comments:
LOLOL Jordan! I love San Francisco! Did you eat some Boudin's sourdough bread on behalf of the Jorgensen family? I think we may go there for Brent's last hurrah before he leaves for his mission! Thanks for the pics!
i knew i loved reese for a reason. go shoe wearers on the beach!
I am sooooooo proud of you! From one mom that drags her kids everywhere to another - GREAT JOB! Did you enjoy your free chocolate? And let the record show that I laughed so loud I woke up Reagan when I read that you ended up at the airport! Seriously you Rock though!
Nice work. You are a funny girl! Love reading your blog... even though I never comment :(
Jordan, I'm so very impressed with your skills. Today, I was way proud that I both my kids got dressed. You have now entered hero status. Oh wait...you were already there. ;)
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