The Good, the Bad, & the Ugly of the past week.

THE GOOD:

6 Year's of marriage to this handsome devil has been awesome.

We rang in the big #6 by ditching the cute reds & spending the weekend in San Fran.

The City was all decked out for Christmas.

The Hilton at Union Square was beautiful & festive.

 

& once I was able to pull this guy away from Transformers,

we saw the jolly bustling of Union Square.

Steamed caramel milk from the Bucks was the perfect companion to

 cruise around with in the overcast, drizzly morning.

I guess the man behind me would rather sleep than check out my catwalk pose.

Rawr.

And what kind of visit to the City would it be if we didn't spot a freak or 2 cruising the streets?

...In Christmas finest, of course.

Happy Anniversary, Tat!

I tease sometimes, it's true, but you give me such good material to work with.

But all fun-poking aside, you are the man.

I don't want to make our readers feel awkward and uncomfortable,

so I'll spare them all the mushy, lovey stuff, and just say:

I couldn't ask for a greater husband for me

& a more perfect dad for my kids.

You make my world the greatest place ever!

THE BAD:

We visited the infamous, lighted Palo Alto street.

It poured rain.
We had no umbrella or other coverage from the rain.

Avy insisted on wearing her blades.

Avy got 2 huge raw blisters on the insides of her feet.

Avy cried.

Linc refused to walk.

Linc demanded to be held.

Avy wanted all hands on her & her chaffing feet.

I was a wee-bit disappointed in the decor.

I think Christmas Lane is turning into Scrooge Street.

My street honestly has better decorations & more lights than Fulton St.

Bah-humbug all you party poopers of Fulton Street.

I have no tolerance for tradition-breakers.

Boo!!!

On a more positive note,

This is my favorite house:

But it was at about this exact spot that all you know what broke loose,

so I didn't really get to enjoy it in it's fullness this year.
Bah-humbug...again.

(ps- I didn't take these pics.

Someone who wasn't wiping rain from their brow

while helping a blistered child skate down the flooding lane

took them then posted them online. 

& I borrowed them. Thanks, someone.)

But these guys were cute anyway...

...at least before all dreams of the perfect visit to the lights went south.

& THE UGLY:

A couple Ugly Sweater parties were graced with the presence  

of the Tatwoods' old-school swagger.

Yes, that is a pocket on my sweater.

& yes, Tat is sticking out his belly.

For some strange, odd reason, every year he feels it necessary to distend his

stomache muscles whilst wearing this sweater.

Merry Christmas!