I’m home! I have to tell y’all that I’m a US Air girl from here on out (whenever possible, that is). The seats on the planes from here to DC and then to Pittsburgh were HUGE. They were like first class seats, in my opinion, though let me add that I have never sat my ass in a first class seat, so it’s just supposition on my part.
(And no, no flight attendants went off on me, but I never give a reason for a flight attendant to have issues with me. I am polite, I thank them profusely, I sit my ass in my seat, I stow my electronic devices when they say I should.)
On the way to the airport yesterday, Nance told me I was going to not update today because I’ve been such a slacker about updating, and I’d claim I had too much to do. I denied it (“I have pictures for Thursday, then a regular entry on Friday!”), but you know what?
I’ve got too much to do. Damn her, she was right!
I’ll be back tomorrow with a buttload of pictures to share. I know you can’t wait!
Here at Crooked Acres, it’s business as usual. Elwood, having brutally murdered Reacher by licking him to death, desperately searches for a place to hide the body as Homicide Detective Maxi waits for backup just outside the door.
2009: It’s a rough life, but someone’s gotta live it, right?
2008: ”What are we going to do when we find out?” Fred asked. I still don’t know the answer to that. I just want to KNOW.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Right now, Fred’s upstairs trying to snooze while Mister Boogers comforts him.
2004: Does she think she’s Paris Hilton?
2003: Me, earlier today: “I swear to god, I’m going to go on a shooting spree!”
2002: ME LOVE LOBSTER, have I mentioned?
2001: No entry.
2000: It sure is good to be home!