This is a lovely view that I did not see. Instead, Daddy, Grandpa and Smunch were there while Mam and I got haircuts and I got ready to host a truffle-making class in my kitchen on Sunday afternoon. I wasn't sorry to spend the time at home and I needed to get the house in shape, especially since it was a group of relative strangers coming over. And our team lost...again...although Tim "The Franchise" Lincecum pitched beautifully and made his biggest fan (Smunch) proud.Still, I can't say I wasn't jealous. How did this weird baseball affliction bite me anyway? Just a few weeks until our second set of tickets is good for admission. I'll be there.
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