Fastest Week Ever
Dax's Nanna visited this week. At least, I think she did. Quite frankly, the week went by so quickly I can hardly remember what happened. But I have photographic evidence of a woman who looks very much like my mom hanging out with us and having oodles of fun in places like San Francisco so I am assuming she was here.
See? Here she is walking with Dax at Pier 39. Who is walking who, I do not know. And I hope they have not stolen a baby. The stroller appears to be empty but those two are crafty and should not be trusted.
I swear this vacation had to be one of the shortest ones ever. Not in terms of actual duration, of course, but in terms of how long it seemed to actually last. It seems like I just put the Thanksgiving turkey in the oven and now I have to go back to work tomorrow. How is that possible?