To say that I've been a little sun-deprived would be an understatement. It's more like I've been summer-deprived. Jason doesn't share in my yearn for the heat and rolls his eyes a little every time I bring it up, which is often. It doesn't help that we live in the foggiest part of the city. And when I say fog, I mean FOG people. For example, on Saturday morning I went for a run in Golden Gate Park and I could barely see 10 feet in front of me. Basically, San Francisco doesn't have a summer. So on Saturday, we talked ourselves out of wine country (too far and too many drinks the night before) and talked ourselves in to Dolores Park. Oh sunny Mission neighborhood, how you taunt me with your sunny rays and 10-15 degree warmer temperatures. Dolores Park has this incredible view of the city, along with numerous gentlemen trying to sell you "special cookies', Jewish weddings, and break-dance "fighting" on any given day.
Btw, doesn't it look like Mater is cracking up in that picture? He loves his life and sunny days, too.
- MM
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