re: Delivery

“I ask him to meet me outside and he responds with 'Just ring the bell.' He is starting to really annoy me!”       Read the rest of Sara's blog

Sara called early Sunday morning, I was barely out of bed. She asked if she could come over, I said sure. A few minutes later she messages me and asks if I could meet her at the bus stop. I told her I would love to except I am waiting for a package, if it comes first I would gladly meet her, I then chuckle to myself a bit. Sara replies, "There is no delivery today, its Sunday!" "Yeah there is, I'll show it to you when you get here", I said.

Later, she boasts how I demanded lunch and complained more. But actually, Sara called me and offered to pickup something along the way. "Perfect!" I think to myself.

After, what seems like forever, Tandy rings my bell. I open the door, grab the food out of her hand and say "See there is a Sunday delivery." She laughed gave me hug and walked in with that squint-eyed, I'm trying to look angry, kind-of stare.

Sara was all giggles and smiles the rest of the day. I guess making her that "Special Sunday Delivery" was just the thing she needed on that gloomy San Francisco afternoon.

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Sara's day at the Zoo

Sara asked me if I would go to the Zoo with her. Now I have already been to the San Francisco Zoo at least five times, and have become a bit bored with their selection. I agreed, just because Sara has never seen this Zoo before and I couldn't think of anything better, at the time.

Our day started out very cold and overcast. As we approached the Zoo, the sun began to poke through the foggy SF skyline. Walking through the gate, we were struck with the majestic rays of a beautiful afternoon.

We walked around and looked at all the cute fury animals (Tandy's favorite). We both enjoyed making silly faces at the inanimate Koala bear. Then later we laughed at mother natures sense of humor, the baboon. We ended the visit at the cafe, where we shared a foot-long. Then, instead of waiting her turn, Sara pulls off some scene from 'Lady and the Tramp' by sneaking a bite off the back end.

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All dressed up ...no where to go

So I was just hanging out with Sara last Saturday night. It was getting late and we hadn't made any plans for the evening. I could have just kicked it and relaxed for the night, but I could tell Tandy was getting restless. The clock was approaching 10:00 pm fast, so I suggested we spend the evening at a lounge I know of. Realizing that my choice was a bit classy, I suggest other places. Sara became overly excited and stopped me mid-sentence "No, no 'the W' is perfect!"

I mention that it would take us some time to get ready and we may not get there until midnight or so. Sara accepted the challenge. I must admit, I admire her positive energy and eagerness to scramble. We were at my place so, I started first. At the time I only had a few clean outfits available, my options were limited, so I tested out a few combination's. Sara was getting anxious watching me, and started saying I looked fine and that we should just go the way I was.

So we leave and rush to her place. Sara was very quick and new exactly what she was gonna wear, a black dress. We leave her place in minutes flat, and journey our way to the 'W'. We arrive just minutes after mid-night, walk up to the front door, where we are asked for I.D. I pull out my wallet and search desperately, then I remember, I left my license in the jacket I wanted to wear. Ugh! Sara looks over at me with this discourage yet angry look on her face.

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re: Heels...

“Half way through the night I start limping...”      Read the rest of Sara's blog

She should be prepared for anything, with me.

On this occasion, I had no real plans except to walk around San Francisco and stop by some of my favorite spots along the way.

I told Sara ahead of time that we will be doing a good amount of walking.   When we meet up, I commented on her outfit and told her how amazing (and tall) she looks in heels.  In the back of my mind, I knew this could become a problem, and therefore re-routed our trip around the larger hills.

After a few hours of walking, (shes doing great) I begin to notice that Sara is limping.   We stop and I offer to rub her feet for a while, she gladly accepts. .   In the midst of the massage, I tell her how those heels look stunning and really compliment her legs, but that she should bring along a pair of flats to switch between.

She quickly replies “Well, the heels make the outfit!” She continues to say “...and how else would i get this awesome massage!”