wedding road trip

Day 46: Decompression

We’re back in San Francisco, something that inspires mixed emotions for both Chris and me. While Chris is off at work earning his keep, I’m here at my apartment, catching up on episodes of The Bachelorette, working on freelance assignments, and plotting the in-state visits that will take place over the next thirty-six days. Apparently, there’s no rest for the wicked (or the Wedding Road Trippers). Roxy is parked outside on the street, basking in the late afternoon sun. I think she’s happy to have a bit of a rest before we take her out on the road once again. She’s not much of a city driver like her cousin the Fusion Hybrid, but she’ll do navigate the San Francisco streets if we make her.

Dear god. That may have been the cheesiest sentence ever written.

But not the cheesiest sentence ever said, which I’ll have to credit to Jillian of The Bachelorette. As I was typing, she uttered the following puke worthy sentence:

“Every woman dreams of the day when she’s in the kitchen, worried about cooking the perfect meal, and a man walks up behind her and gives her a kiss.”

Jillian, honey, this is not 1959. It’s 2009, and all I dream of is Chris in the kitchen, cooking the perfect meal as I read yet another trashy ChickLit novel while simulataneously eating a handful of carb-free fudge. (hey, this is my fantasy- it could exist.)