Downtown Can Stay There

I was downtown yesterday because I had to drop off some documents at the Passport Office. I WISH I were going somewhere awesome, but alas, they were for my stepson who is going to Mexico next week with his mom, stepdad and 2 other little brothers. I’m so jealous. I thought about pleading, “TAKE ME!” when Christina (Jason’s ex) came over with the boys yesterday to hang out while the Passports were being prepared. And knowing them, they’d all tell me to go pack. But I couldn’t do that to my sweet, sweet husband, Jason. After all, he’s got a brand spankin’ new job and our next vacation is who knows when.

And speaking of new jobs, this brings me to my daily bitch ‘n’ moan. Downtown, San Francisco. Is there a better way to say SHIT?

It is impossible to drive through the financial district unscathed. It’s not so much the other drivers that are the problem because most drivers downtown are actually pretty capable. It’s the pedestrians. It’s everyone walking in all directions across the streets at any old time and at their own leisure. It’s everyone looking down and not up.

Whatever. Jason would say I’m PMS-ing and he’s right.

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