I'm not very happy with the current state of affairs in our household (TVTJWD; see previous 635 posts), so I'm just going to pretend that I'm here...

...in San Diego. Tracy had a conference there for 10 days in September and I flew out for 5 of them. It was the first time we had been alone since India was born, and boy did we enjoy it. More specifically, I'm going to imagine that I am here...












...a wonderful Mexican resteraunt in Old Town San Diego where they make the tortillas right in front of you and they serve margaritas as big as my head. I'm sure that if I really try, I can imagine that the Ortega tacos Tracy has planned for dinner (one of the 4 meals he can master) will taste remotely like the meal we had there. And I am positive that the Nyquil I will chug before bed will vaguely remind me of margaritas in effect, if not by taste.

Needless to say, we did not attend the ShoreFest fundraiser last p.m. Tracy got in at 5:00 and I immediately went to bed and slept until 6:30 this morning. In some bizarre mutation of itself, TVTJWD has morphed from nauseau, vomiting, etc. to bronchitis. Now Kate and I are on antibiotics and coughing like smokers. India seems to be better, judging by the amount of energy she is expending on dancing, changing her clothing and arguing. Poor Tracy; what a weekend. Hopefully we will have something more exciting to report soon. Until then, a mariachi band is playing in my head...Queremos Bailar!