
Thursday, June 28th - If we're in Sacramento, there's one thing for certain: we will be going to an Indian casino. Today we traveled about 30 minutes outside of Sacramento to the sacred Indian grounds of Cache Creek Casino. Otherwise known to us losing Ichikawas as Cache Crap or Douche Creek. Fortunately nobody lost too much, and my mom actually came back $100 richer. Sadly she didn't win the money gambling, and I feel dirty talking about this. Let's proceed to the next day...
Friday, June 29th - We went to see a matinee of Live Free and Die Hard in Downtown Sacramento. It was a fun popcorn movie, but why in a fairly empty theater did people have to sit in front and back of us? I swear there must've been at least 150 other seats to choose from yet Elderly Couple #1 with their hard candy wrappers sit in front of us, and Elderly Couple #2 with the wife that explains everything to the husband sits behind us.
Sunday, July 1st - A fairly relaxing day. My parents took us out to lunch at CPK, then did a little window shopping at the local mall. And at night we watched the Marky Mark epic "Shooter" courtesy of Netflix. But the thing that I will remember most about today is this: I had to cut Lisa's toenails! She's getting so large it's difficult for her to bend over now. I don't think I ever cut someone else's toenails before, and it's not a very pleasant experience. In the first place, if I haven't mentioned this before, Lisa's feet are swollen. Secondly, she wears sandals all the time now so her feet are stanky, sweaty, and calloused. Lastly, I have this fear of clipping nail and skin simultaneously. But I was still a trooper and cut all of her toenails. Lisa assured me that other husbands have to do this for their pregnant wives, but I ask you this: What do fat people do? I mean I'm not an expert at the pedicure habits of the overweight, but my casual observations leads me to believe that they cut their own toenails. Have you ever seen a fatty at the beach dragging their rake-like toenails in the sand? Not me! I say Lisa punk'd me. Case closed!
Monday, July 2nd - Last day in Sacramento. I helped my parents clean up the house in the morning, went out to lunch, and then packed the car and returned to LA. Lisa observed an Ichikawa trait as we were saying our good byes: Ichikawas are not big on hugs. Instead of the traditional full contact hugs, Ichikawas basically look like they are dusting dandruff off your shoulder. "Oh you're leaving? Good bye, and let me get that dead scalp skin off..." I suppose Japanese in general aren't the most touchy-feely people in the world, but I guess we're touchy-feely enough to have twins.
All in all, it was a great trip and big thanks to our families and friends! Lisa's still doing great, and our next doctor's appointment is this Thursday. I'll post a link to some pictures from Sacramento in the next day or so.
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22 years into our friendship, I think Anne might faint every time I hug her.
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