I've had such a hellacious week. Where should I begin...
Well, it all started last weekend in Seattle. At my friend's fantabulous big fat Vietnamese-Jewish wedding, after a few drinks (and maybe a few too many), I was encouraged to join the hora, which (to my horror), was a ghastly mistake. I came home and realized I had a twisted and swollen knee the following morning (I swear I wasn't that drunk).
We got home to San Francisco OK (coz hubby was carrying every piece of luggage), but the following morning, I couldn't walk. If that's not bad enough, I have to cover a medical conference that starts at 7:30 that morning. Argghh... I hobbled all over the sprawling convention center all day- in crutches.
And later that afternoon, my throat started feeling scratchy. Uh oh. I knew it! I forgot my Airborne on the way back coz I was so preoccupied with my knee. And the one time I forget, I get slammed with a nasty cold (not that I necessarily believe in this stuff, maybe it's all in my head but somehow it does work).
All I can say is bummed knee + raging infection + over-air-conditioned conference hall = hell.
Somehow I managed to survive the week, and actually started feeling better on Friday. Which was important coz Bryson has a playdate with Wally today :) We hung out at Los Gatos (just south of San Jose), and spent a balmy afternoon having brunch, drinking coffee at a streetside cafe, sampling yummy sorbet/gelato, and visiting this gargatuan candy store (puts Willy Wonka to shame, you have to see it to believe it).
Yes, in summary, we ate continuously, all afternoon. A perfect way to provide some R&R (recuperation and recovery) to my ailing body. I feel much better now :)
Oh, and I forgot to bring my camera's memory stick. Duh. Photos courtesy of mrjoro will follow shortly. (Thanks in advance!)
And since I am lame and don't have photos from today, I'll resort to cheating and post some old photos of Bryson and Picasso (figure this duo could never disappoint!).
The one above was when Picasso was staying with us last time. These two would not leave Jacques' side when he was cooking. The entire time he probably dropped one flake of onion skin and a piece of cilantro. But that was enough to get them back the next time.
Here's them in a rare tug-o-war (Bryson usually couldn't bother with games that don't involve food):
Added 6/18: Click on the photo below to see more pix by mrjoro on Flickr from our outing:
