Saturday was Angela & Jim's final full day here in the land of awesome. Because Jim had never experienced the magic of Hash House (A-Go-Go)...we headed there for a little late-morning breakfast. It was delicious, as always.
Jim ordered a BLT Bloody Mary. Yes, you are indeed gazing at a Bloody Mary served with bacon, lettuce, tomato, toast & mayo. With a bacon-bit-rimmed glass.
Ezra likes to chew on things. Everything. Including Angela's fingers.
This would be my breakfast. Yes, it's as big as it looks...which would be bigger than the baby.
After breakfast, we all headed over to Balboa Park for the hurry-up-and-see-as-much-as-you-can-in-1.5-hours tour.
Here's everyone inside the Botanical Room.
Me and Angela. She needs to move back here. Immediately.
Angela & Jim in the rose gardens. He's real tall, y'all.
I told Angela about this very, very special tree & she required a picture with/in it. Take it all in. Think about what it looks like.
Aaaannd here she is, being birthed.