Due to the fact that I have the best husband ever & pretty much raised the sweetest brother in the world, Mom, Tiffany and I were able to spend a day in San Francisco. What a great way to spend New Year's Day! We did the traditional Pier 39, Ghiradelli Square, and Union Square. I think I can safely say Tiffany's favorite was Union Square with all the big department stores, however, the tide quickly turned as soon as we stepped into the elevator at the St. Francis Hotel. Now, Mom plays ignorant, but apparently, Tiffany's terrified of heights and I guess we just assumed she would find it as exhilarating as we do everytime...glass walls, perfect view of the city, what more could you ask for? The panic began as she realized we were going into the elevator and there were 32 floors to ride! The problem wasn't so much the 1st time up, but perhaps the 2nd, or 3rd time did it for her. It really wasn't our fault! The elevator kept going down, and we thought, okay, this is it. But then it would stop at some random floor as if someone had called it, and then instead of continuing down, it proceeded back up! Three times! Needless to say, on the last ride down, Tiffany was pretty much a puddle on the floor. So here we are, oozing with compassion, I'm trying not to laugh (without succeeding much) and Mom's snapping pictures! One day we'll look back on this and laugh. Right, Tiff? 
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