Ever been to Balboa Park? Not to be confused with Balboa Island, which is where most of us thought we were going until we arrived at, well, Balboa Park. My mom is a tricky one. Always keeps us on our toes.
This place is neat.
This trip was a whole month ago. You know what that means—details are fuzzy now. I can recall, however, that it was a hot day. I yearned for that lovely California ocean breeze I adore so much while Clara and I proceeded to melt. But it doesn't matter. This place is neat.
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Clara looks so wise with bubbles dripping down her chin. I wish I could do the same while drooling, just sayin'.
At least one of us is finally getting around to acknowledging and posting pics of a fun trip. Most of my pics are still being held hostage on Greg's laptop. Not good.
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