The not so enchanted forest...

Last month I went on the best road trip ever!
Look Dougie, I even went to the beach this time...


San Francisco is...different. I got to
see so many things that I've wanted
to see ever since I first watched
Full House. Here's a picture of the
Golden Gate Bridge:

What made this road trip so SPECIAL
was of course the people...
(I'm a little distracted. I'm watching Oprah and
they are interviewing a pregnant man. Gross!)
Some of our BFFs got married and moved to
San Fran. Good excuse for a road trip!

If you never read another word of
my blog, at least read the following:

After spending a lovely morning in Alameda with Mrs. Packer, we decided that we would venture into the forest so that we could embrace a redwood tree. Who knew that Muir Woods was located at sea level and the entrance is near the elevation of Mount Everest? Not me.
As we descended down the never ending, ever turning, narrow pathway into oblivion, I became a bit woozy. Luckily Ashlee was driving.
We got out of the car and filled our pockets with provisions (tootsy rolls and pretzels) for the "hike." I use that term loosely in this instance. Said hike was in reality a 30 minute stroll along a completely flat boardwalk.
Upon paying the entrance fee and pretending to be a tour guide, we took advantage of every photo op the small national forest had to offer. Including this one:


Look, Mom! We're inside the tree! Just like the Keebler Elves!
After getting our picture taken, I noticed this nice couple standing off to the side, camera in hand. I offered to take a picture (the one you see here was taken by Ashlee on her camera).



They walked to the hollowed out tree, smiled, and I began to snap away. Unfortunately, none of them were turning out. They were all blurry. I kept saying, "Umm...let's try again." The lady...we'll call her Jill, kisses the guy...we'll call him Jack, on the cheek and my friend says, "Oh cute! That has Christmas card potential." Which Jack took to mean, "Kiss her back! Once is never enough! Make out!" So here I am snapping away blurry picture after blurry picture while they go at it as a crowd of spectators gathers. Finally, everything I learned in my High School photography class came back to me as I exclaimed, "I think you might want to turn the flash on." So I walked towards Jack and Jill and handed the camera to Jack. Keep in mind that it is just the three of us standing right next to each other. Jack starts pushing buttons and he says, "Do you remember how to turn the flash on, Marcella?"


No response.



"Oh. Oh. I am so sorry.


I'm so sorry," whispered Jack.


"It's fine. You've had a lot on your mind," said Jill.

What do I do? Look down, look down. Pretend like you didn't notice they were talking. Oh no, he's opening his mouth again, and he's looking at me...

"Marcella is my ex wife's name."

He thought he fixed the flash. Nope. It was on that stupid square smiley face setting. What is that? What does it even do? The flash was so delayed that the picture that I took still looked awful. "Let's do one more," I said. Which Jack again translated into, "Continue making out!"

Not one good picture.