Why is it that when we say, we are going to San Francisco. We are going here. We are going there, there is a chorus of UGGGGGGGGHS in the house. They usually opt out of going, which we then go on and enjoy our day by ourselves.
I have been out this morning. Hubby just informed me that George Porge went to San Francisco today. He's not going to be home until really late. I said, what are they doing?
Shopping. 
SHOPPING?
He went with the girlfriend and family. Enough said?
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Trying to understand
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