San Jose: To Hate or Not To Hate

It's not San Jose's fault, the poor city probably doesn't even realize what it's doing. But one week a month, this place steals my husband from me. < grumble, grumble >

Do you know what happens when my husband is out of town? When he is gone, he is no longer here to pick up the dog crap. No, that unfortunate task that stems from dog ownership is left to me. Believe me, folks, I already have my hands full of crap. We've got two cats. You might not think they would produce a lot of crap, but they do. The little bastards are surprisingly full of crap.

So, yes, I hate San Jose because of the dog crap it leaves behind in Portland.

On the other friend, San Jose has been very good to our family. Very good. For instance, the trip we're taking to Europe later this year was made possible with airline miles Darr earned while traveling back and forth to work. And with all of the miles he had leftover when we booked this trip and that he continues to rack up, we've probably got enough for another vacation next year. (Perhaps Belize? Or possibly Ireland? Hell, I've never been to Hawaii.) Plus, there's Santana Row, which is a totally fun street for shopping.

In conclusion, San Jose isn't totally bad but it does leave me all of the crap so while I cannot hate it, I have to not like it very much.