After a Saturday morning of volunteering and trying to avoid jail time by finally getting to my 2009 taxes, I was ready.
Ready to find out what everyone means when they say they can't wait for the weekend.
The radness of having older kids is that "doing family stuff" no longer involves petting zoos that you have to pretend to be all into, or brainless cartoon movies about smart babies and dumb parents. Yay!
What does it involve? A visit to Pablo at Soul Grind to talk about "downhill decks" and "flexing trucks" (if you're new to skate lingo, this is a mother's worst nightmare...it's Tokyo Drift on a skateboard).
This visit should be followed up by a tour of the Children's Hospital "He Wasn't Wearing a Helmet and Now He Has No Face" Unit.
Here's Pablo. If you feel the urge to spill your brains or lose half your skin surface on San Diego pavement, he's your man. The nicest guy ever, and the hero of the Groms.
What next? A lady-like salad for mom? Nope. Epic burritos featured on Man v. Food, from Lucha Libre.
Shrimp, carne asada, avocado, french fries, chipotle sauce. You can call ahead to reserve the gold "winner's" booth! Don't be fooled by the picture-it was jam-packed and you had to pull some Lucha moves to get to the salsa table.
Hat shopping. "You look stupid in that hat." "I'm going to pull down your pants and spank you right here if you talk like that again."
They even gave me 15 minutes in Anthropologie. "Mommmmmmm, are you done yet are you done yet are you done yet?"
Sunday morning an angel brought me the Los Angeles Times and bottomless coffee in bed. And banned children and dogs from the room.
Then everyone got new shoes.
And we took them to the wet beach to break them in.
We checked out some of Dad's super-secret surf spots, which all seem to be named Dead Man's something or other. Why is that?
And in between, I accidentally-on-purpose (I wasn't supposed to be working but it's not work if I'm having fun!)stumbled across some major cool finds...TBA!
Lucha interior by San Diego Daily Photo