I got home last night, thank god. I really thought for a while that I’d be spending the night in Dulles – my flight from Pittsburgh left almost an hour late, and the scheduled layover in Dulles was… an hour. Somehow, they made up time in the air, though, and I made it onto my flight from Dulles to Huntsville by the skin of my teeth! When I got home and booted up the computer, I found that (insert all the obscenities here) my computer had shit the bed. Fred messed with it and then finally threw up his hands.
Today, I thank god for (1) Netbooks (which is what I’m typing this on), (2) Amazon Prime (which I’ve had since it was created) and (3) Carbonite, which will hopefully painlessly restore all my files! Of course, with the number of pictures that need to restore, it’ll take ’til Christmas!
So for today, I show you animal pics from Pennsylvania, a few of my kitty pics, a picture of me looking like a smug bitch, and tomorrow, the recap of the trip, okay? Okay.
First, me looking like a smug bitch. Don’t you want to slap me? You know you love me and my taking-pictures-of-myself-in-the-Starbucks-bathroom self.
Next, as a reminder, here’s Maddy 5 years ago:
And now:
Didn’t she grow up gorgeous?
Julie, who loves her Daddy (Rick) beyond all reason.
Julie curled up for a snooze.
Miss Sadie:
Felina:
(I only got the one picture of Felina this time around. She’s such a spoiled little brat, but I love her so!)
Waldo:
(I had a hard time getting a decent picture of him, but trust me: he’s gorgeous!)
And, as always, pictures from the plane:
“What?”
Previously
2010: We were walking down the aisle of chips and sodas and I looked up and THERE WAS DAIRY STOCKING GUY.
2009: Because I am such an utter badass, I ran in place and screamed.
2008: No entry.
2007: “I am NOT ‘ratty looking’ and YOU, M’dme, are a pure-d grade-a gutter slutting WHORE. Good day to you.”
2006: He’s such a know-it-all motherfucker.
2005: Elizabeth Wurtzel strikes me as spectacularly self-absorbed (pot! kettle! black!)
2004: Stuff I’ve bought.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: “Hey!” I said, shaking the cage. “Stop that!”
1999: No entry.