At long last, vacation!

So this summer I was a sacrificial lamb at the ol office and was THE ONLY ONE who didn't vacation in August--the ghost month. Yup, it was just me and the cat waiting by the phones which never rang.

So when September rolled around, you bet I jumped on the first plane to San Francisco for a two week escape. Also happened to be my birthday---23 babay---and though some may laugh, I feel older. Of the many things being 23 does to make me older, I feel like my chances at being an American Idol have drastically dropped....So I'll be mourning that for a few months.

But I did have a lovely time with family--ate fresh California fruit, went to Lake Tahoe, sat around in the backyard in the sun, and oh yeah, GOT MY WISDOM TEETH DUG UP.

I was very lucky and got to spend my birthday with the entire family--Chris included!

A strapping young lad

Awwww!

Birthday cake...

A less puffy Cesca about to eat her first real food in 5 days...

Playing cards, against John's will...
Chris, Max and I all tied.
Guess who wanted to play another hand to see who would come out on top?

Mom, Frankie, Max

Score!

A hike to the shore...

Our own private rock. Lovingly named Rocko.

Ain't he a doll?

Sunlight off the crystal clear water...u know, the usual...

Nymph mama

We even saw some water buffalo!

Mooo!

Bye Rocko!

They aren't the Mets, but the Giants do their thing...