On our walk today, Milo and Rover had some adventures. First, a little girl tried to lick Rovy. This was very confusing, mainly because Rover is the champion Licker Of The World and his title was challenged. Rover decided the only way to maintain his dignity was to exercise one of his other talents: he burped loudly at the next person he saw. Later, Milo stepped in a huge wad of bright blue gum... with two feet. She just had a bath this morning. We were also attacked by three Chiwawas on three separate occasions. Chiwawas'nt very nice. If I had a Chiwawa it would be named Pickles McGee and he would be chill. He would also wear a studded collar that would match the sweater I knit for him. I would also be forced to become single.

It has been chilly lately but I actually love it. The fog lingers around longer in the mornings and the air smells like fall. I would usually be pouting about such un-flip-flop-friendly weather but I think I could get used to this. Apparently I won't have time to get used to it because September here is really hot. I personally hope it is also humid.

I never finish the last sip of a beverage. From Coke to Pabst, water to coffee, I always leave a sacrificial tablespoon behind. I have never bothered to come up with a solid explanation for this rote. However my lack of an excuse causes witnesses of my last sip avoidance almost as much annoyance as the act itself. I am tired of being the recipient of raised eyebrows and loathsome glances just because my glass is barely empty. As I drink my second Coke of the day, I have decided on 3 possible solutions:

1. Start drinking the last sip. (duh)
2. Stop drinking... with the exception of champagne. Yummy.
3. Start a blog because they are perfect for public displays of pointless dribble and, in keeping one, I just might solve my Last Sip Mystery.

While I am especially fond of solution #2, I have decided on solution #3. So now I have a blog! For the record, blogs are extremely useful if you intend to shake the foundations of the media and politics with phony letters about Bush's military records. However I am not that clever so instead I will rattle on about last sips of sweat tea and my new life in San Francisco. During the course of my rants and raves about life in the Mission District and my quest for a perfect job, I just might find my life's glass becoming more full, down to the last drop.