I have no nose

I kind of sort of have a nose, but it is crispy.

We are back from San Francisco! We went for Deb's birthday and the trip was a wonderful treat. We saw the sights, stayed in a great hotel, and went up to Napa for a day. Oh, and I burned the bejeezus out of my nose and forehead yesterday while walking around Fisherman's Wharf. If any of y'all have been to Pier 39, then you know something of how the conversation went.

Cara: Ooooh, I want one, can I have one???
Scott: We're not taking home a sea lion.
Cara: Ohhh please, they're so cute, I love them so much except for the smell!!

Then, over lunch, I tried to convince Carolyn and Steve that they should dig up their dog run to build a sea lion pond. No dice.

I have to get back to my stats test, but before I go--who out there is a Barry Bonds fan? If anyone is, can you explain to me why? We went to the game Saturday night, and after the dude grounded out for the fourth time, he left the game! LEFT. Not injured, not sick, just was done for the night, they were losing, and he didn't have a chance to hit a home run anymore, so he picked up his stuff in the eighth inning and headed for the locker room. What a schmoe. I know it's bad to wish ill on people, but I totally hope he gets injured and no soup for him with Aaron's record. Blech.

Okay, on to happy p-score fun! Back shortly with pictures and wine stories and cats of course! Happy Wednesday!