Wow, it really has been awhile since I've had the time and energy to think about my site. Sorry guys, if there's anyone even still here.
I spent the past week in heaven, which also goes by the name of British Columbia. Super, natural British Columbia, as their signs announce. It's a shame I never took a picture of one of those signs so I could photoshop it to say Supernatural British Columbia, which would have been awesome.
So after a grueling journey home which involved delayed flights, lost luggage, and a ride in the dumpstermobile, I got home last night and didn't really get out of bed until this afternoon. Also, I have this thing with my fingernails? Where if I have nothing else to do I just start picking and picking and soon they're all gone? So with the eight(?)-ish hours in the airport before getting on to our first flight, I'm typing this up kind of painfully on my poor little denuded fingertips. Maybe I should start wearing mittens all the time.
Anyway, back to real life, I got to catch up with my roommates and some friends tonight while eating a messy-but-made-by-me tortilla (the best of all omelets) and playing Scrabble, where we all learned that my roommate "has a niiiice cushion." It's good to be home.
4 comments:
Yea!! If your blog doesn't put my name out there, nothing will. I'm glad you had fun on the trip, but I'm glad you're home, too. Welcome back!
HEY.
The SS Minnow, aka Stephen, aka The Trusty Machine who dutifully got up and started after nearly a month of laying fallow and nursing a huge crop of weeds in the shade of it's massive belly
Doesn't appreciate being called a dumpster. ol'reliable will probably outlive your car. and might even look good doin' it!
your welcome, by the way.
i love you. hurry up and turn 23.
Isabel- I hope you know that I am eternally grateful for that ride in your car. It's just that, like the delayed flights and the lost luggage, it really wasn't part of my original travel plans in which I got home in time to go to bed at a reasonable hour. And thank you, I think I will go ahead and turn 23.
I never think of the dumpstermobile without thinking of the term "dumpster drool," which is the ook that oozes out the bottom of a ripe and long-unemptied dumpster. Some of which I had to clean off my shoe with a sanitizing wipe, by the way.
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