White Christmas lights connect the lamp posts along a bridge through Balboa Park. JJ and I like to drive through the park and look at everything (as if it's the first time we've ever seen the museums and organ pavillion).
Grace: I like these lights.
JJ: At night?
Grace: Yeah, I guess at night. I mean, I like these lights right now too though because I can imagine what they'll look like at night. I just like that they're there.
JJ: I knew you would say that! Something weird like that. That's why I asked "at night?". Only you would say you like those lights during the daytime because you can imagine them at night.
Grace: Oh... But, that's how I feel.
JJ: Grace, you're so weird. But in a nice way. I like that you notice things I don't see.
I feel very spoiled in San Diego. JJ spoils me as his baby sister and all the men always open doors and let me in/out first. It still surprises me and I get uber awkward because I would rather follow than go in/out first, so I do this 1.5 second rocking back and forth before I step forward.
2 comments:
all the more reason to be mean to you...
hahaha
I keed i keed
by the way what's up?
you're crazy
hahha...that made me laugh. wow...where have i been? i looked at your blog adn it was like...WOW! where have i been. well, good luck with your choices...and only you know what you want, so don't let anyone convince you otherwise!
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