Saturday, that is. You know how you reach Monday morning and Saturday is but a lovely, distant memory? No? Well, guess I'm alone in this one.
It was a lovely day, though. I actually enjoyed the misty San Francisco weather. It's the best kind of running weather, if you ask me. Of course, I wouldn't have been as motivated to run without a big, greasy breakfast. Gotta pack the calories in before burning them off, right?
So I had a croque madame and the hubs had some banana strawberry pancakes.
I even convinced him to take my picture. How sweet! And he let me take his picture, with the understanding that I'd be specific in describing his outfit. I think I might need his help remembering, though. Something about selvegdge jeans and a vintage leather jacket.
I told you guys he was much more fashionable than I.
Top (under sweater): Gap Sweater: Gap Cords: Gap (see a trend here?) Boots: Madden Jacket: Old Navy Hat: PacSun (ages ago) Scarf: gift from Guam Shades: F21
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| Leaving out his head at his request. Makes him more mysterious, huh? |
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