The Daily Sabs

icymi, yesterday was a long day. this morning was only half as long, but it did include moving many more boxes and pieces of furniture. i didn't sleep well last night and was definitely in a bit of a daze today. in fact, although i wished my pops a happy father's day, i completely forgot to take his picture to celebrate (luckily the bonus photo of my pops and i, is one i found on my blackberry from back in december - we look goofy but it's fun).

after we finished hanging pictures, rearranging furniture, and cleaning out a garage, we had a happy father's day lunch. then sadly, we sat in traffic for hours in the hot while the air conditioning in the car was acting crazy. once we dropped samshrew and chris off at their house, randall and i stopped by the market to pick up some food for dinners. i am pretty sure i sleepwalked the whole way.

I live up a pretty steep hill. Make that a ridiculously steep hill. As in I haven't worn heels since we moved here sort of a hill. However it's in a great location and i love my neighbors. So I walk the walk - unless I can catch a ride - and today was a day to walk the walk.

While walking, these are the things I thought about.

1. Does San Francisco have a high number of hipsters who like pirates because of 826 Valencia? Or did 826 go the pirate route because of the high number of pirate loving hipsters?
2. Am I the only one who loves the inside core of the pineapple? That is my favorite part.
3. There is a house on 17th street that has been on the market forever, and yet the money pit house's sign is gone. Does this mean the San Francisco market will someday be in my reach?
4. When I try to eat cheese and crackers for dinner, Randall gets on my case (he believes that just because adults can eat junkfood for dinner, doesn't mean that they should). However, if I eat a baguette with some cheese and call it a "sandwich" he's totally okay with that. Shouldn't I just be allowed to eat crackers in peace?

I don't normally take the bus. I take the bart and the muni, but never the bus. Especially not the express. In other words, I was pretty much doomed before I began.

This evening I hustled out of the office to catch the bus without really paying attention. I knew I needed the express, I just didn't remember that there was more than one type of express at that stop. So when I got on and realized that the next stop was about 20 blocks past my intended destination, I muttered shit and hung out for the ride. Not like I had a choice.

When it finally stopped I hopped on the regular nonexpress bus going back the other way. A bunch of asian ladies with their signature pink bags joned me. We exchanged smiles and nods. I think they could tell that I'll be joining their pinkbag club sooner than later.

As a kid my mom used to always say to me "Zui ba bi qi lai" which means close your mouth (although I do believe she had an implied "damn" in front of the word mouth). I would sit at the computer, or dinner, or anywhere, and eventually my mouth would go from shut to open. I call it phantom talking, as displayed above.

sidenote: this one was also taken in a bathroom. i apparently need a private place for these pics.