Last weekend I met BD in DC because he was there for work and I couldn't pass up an opportunity to get out of town for a few days. The weather was bright and sunny which was like my own personal dose of happiness. Pale pink blossoms were starting to pop up everywhere. Then, I came home to snow snow and more snow.Even though it was a fast trip we found time to stay up late, sleep in, get lost, eat the best fried shrimp and broiled flounder, catch up with friends, catch up with family, get a speeding ticket, down an entire pint of Haagen Dazs, go shopping in Georgetown, see the Great Falls of the Potomac, be tourists, people watch on the National Mall,loose one of my favorite earrings, visit the National Gallery of Art, walk through the sculpture garden, get my Rothko fix, meet Sundance the Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy, play with Morse the not-so-puppy anymore, hear unheard family stories, attend my first D.U.P. meeting with my aunt, and basically have the most perfect weekend ever.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Can you even imagine the amount of therapy we all would be going through right now had this sleeping bag been around during our childhood? I'm talking on top of the amount of therapy we are all currently going through for other reasons, including Napkin Man. I can't help but imagine Sleeping Bag Man and Napkin Man totally cahooting in the
basement dungeon just waiting for mom to send me down for another bottle of canned plums.
This is only a small sampling of things that I try not reveal about myself. Imagine the horror when I finally learned that Napkin Man doesn't really exist, or should I say only existed in my house. You mean to tell me that Napkin Man, the one with the face of a Napkin, doesn't live in your storage room?
Well, that explains a lot.
Image via swissmiss.