The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Oh beach, puh-leeze


Yeah, so, living in San Francisco is so unpredictable. For example, you think there’s going to be sun when you go to the beach? No there isn’t.

Of course, that didn’t stop us packing a picnic lunch and heading to Baker Beach on Saturday. Kate, Allison, David and I thought if we acted like it was sunny, it would get sunny.

Allison: "See! It's summer. I'm eating watermelon."

This beer has the word "Sunshine" right on the label. That should do the trick.

Homer: "Should I go over there, or does he want to be alone?"

After an hour of pretending it was sunny, we decided to find some sun, so we headed back to Dogpatch.

Truth in advertising.

"That's better."

On Sunday, David and I got more than enough sun by going to an A’s game …


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

2 thoughts on “Oh beach, puh-leeze

  1. See? You had to come to Oakland for summer.

  2. I miss the game “pick-your-microclimate”!

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