Summer, I Love You, But You Are Seriously Pushing Your luck

Summer has arrived. Instead of being happy and relaxed, however, I'm hot, sweaty, and a little angry. It kinda sucks so far. I already have a heat rash, which does *not* bode well for the next 3 months. Summer is bringing triple-digit temps, which is no biggie for the rest of the US. However, we Northern-California-Babies are, well, Northern-California-Babies. We are so used to Mother Nature gifting us with her mild temperament....so when she gets all crazy on us, we all whine, wail, and gnash our hot little teeth. No one has air, or heat for that matter, because we normally don't need it. Here's how we escaped the heat--if you read my blog regularly, you will notice that it is suspiciously familiar to last weekend's shenanigans.

The beach was packed, and people were actually in the water. This never happens, which should tell you how hot it was here today:

Met up in Pacifica to chill on the beach with Tinger:

Lance practiced his zen art rock formations in the sand:

There's no photo for this one, but I *highly* recommend NOT spraying aerosol sunblock near a nice black Benz belonging to your Husbie, especially when a cool summer breeze happens to be blowing on by. (Note: sunblock protects your precious epidermis from burning, but it eats through paint on cars. Just a helpful hint.) This will cause a lot of anger on his part, and you will be stopping into several gas stations to find a local car wash. Oops.

We split with Tinger, and headed to The Embarcadero in SF. We stopped in to eat @ Taylor's Refresher. For those not familiar, I suggest you quickly become familiar. It's one of the best stops in SF. We had the special--the pulled pork sandwich, split an order of the sweet potato fries, and each got a shake--mint-chip, and chocolate, respectively.

Then we cruised through the Ferry Building, and checked out all of the organic and delicious offerings:

We hoofed it up to Union Square where Lance scored great finds (AGAIN!!) at Loehman's and BR. FYI--the entire BR store is ON SALE RIGHT NOW. On the way back to The Embarcadero, we saw what appeared to be a car fire. Because I'm freakin' Nosy-Noserson, I made Lance go check it out with me. On the way, we saw a police car, then a firetruck, then a motorcycle, then a motorcade, then 10 cars full of Secret Service Agents...full on spooks. One looked *just* like Agent Smith ala The Matrix. Still haven't figured what what going on...but here is the pic of the bombed out van:

As this guy says--Welcome To The Good Life!!