How bad was my dream? Well, it ended up in an expensive ambulance ride.
How bad was my dream? Well, it ended up in an expensive ambulance ride.
I hate dieting, but I didn't have much choice because I had to fit into my dress clothes for my cousin's wedding. And those calories weren't burning off by themselves.
For those of you needing a Land Manatee fix, I'm back from the UK! It was a great trip though things didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked. Naturally.
With all the changed flights and airlines and the fact my wedding gear was in my bag, what were the odds something would go wrong?
Well, I'm making progress. I'm not in the right country, but at least I'm on the right continent.
How are things going? Well, at least we didn't crash.
Traveling isn't bad when things go smoothly. Of course, it's not going smoothly.
Well, I'm about to head off into the wild blue yonder (if the Houseguest doesn't kill me for printing my ticket at 11pm — she's got the hearing of a bat).
So, I bitched at WordPress about my dumb Business plan preventing reblogging. So, I just heard back from a Happiness Engineer.
With the Houseguest sick again, I'm considering locking myself in my Man Cave with a can of Lysol.