Last week we went to San Diego for one of my best friend's baby showers, which I'll blog about later because it deserves its own post. Every time I drive (or fly) into San Diego, I feel like I'm home. We only lived there for four years but not a day went by that I wasn't grateful that we lived in paradise. We have really missed going to the awesome San Diego Zoo and Sea World several times a month and since I still have valid annual passes, we hit up both on our first two days there.
The zoo was fun... until I slipped and fell on the concrete running after Fritz in my awful-soled shoes and (I'm pretty sure) dislocated my tail bone. I've dislocated it before in child birth with Will so this was a familiar feeling. Anyone had this happen to them? Oh, the pain!
|his sleepy, fully lips just kill me!|