Greetings from Maine!
I got here Saturday morning after a fairly uneventful trip. I did walk into the airport and see a sea of non-English speaking kids in Space Camp t-shirts, all standing in line at Delta, and all WILD. I feared they’d be on my flight to Detroit, but they weren’t.
(Alabama to Detroit to Portland is such an odd route.)
Debbie picked me up at the airport, and we went to lunch at The Olive Garden (why yes, I flew to Maine and immediately went to a chain restaurant. What’s your point?), then did a little shopping before we went to her house and hung out for a little while. Brian and his girlfriend Emily The Adorable showed up a while later, and we headed over to my parents’ house.
The visit has been fun – there’s been plenty of eating, believe me, between the ham Italians from The Kitty Korner, the whoopie pies, the cookout on the 4th of July (strawberry shortcake!) and today Liz picked us up and we went out for lobster rolls at The Sea Basket.
“We” being the spud and I – the spud drove up from Rhode Island this morning, arriving in three hours and 20 minutes, and she’s staying ’til Friday.
There’ll be more shopping and eating this week – that’s what vacations are all about, after all! My oldest nephew and his girlfriend and their son will be up later this week. We’re not sure yet whether his visit will overlap with the spud’s visit or not, hopefully it will.
Expect posting to be somewhat spotty this week. I have lobster and whoopie pies to eat, y’know. I’ll be home again next Monday. I’ve taken only a few pictures so far, but I’ll hopefully stop slackin’ and start snappin’. 🙂
Dude needs to put on a shirt. Seriously.
The sign Of random capitalization, At Friendly’s.
My brother’s house. This picture doesn’t do justice to just how cute it is.
If you’re in the market for a falling-down house on a teeny piece of land where you might be able to see the water if you lean to the side and squint a little for the low low LOW price of $74,000, do let me know. On the up side, my brother lives right next door, and he’s a very good neighbor.
Benji in the sun.
The day I took Sheila and the other Rescuees to the adoption center, I vacuumed first. Sheila did not appreciate this turn of events.
Unfortunately (I blame the holiday weekend), none of the Rescuees were adopted Friday or Saturday. Reports, however, are that they were perfectly fine and snuggly and talkative, so I have high hopes that they’ll be adopted like crazy this week.
Corbett and Reacher. I’m sorry – have you EVER SEEN ANYTHING CUTER?
Bolitar and Reacher (and in the back, Franco).
Miz Poo would like you to know that behind you! There’s a serial killer! Or maybe just a cereal killer! Or possibly nothing at all! Same diff!
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I like me a crisp pickle.
2006: One more year, and we get to move out to the country where we will hopefully be acres and acres from the nearest neighbors, and children will not treat our yard as their very own. One more year, one more year, one more year…
2005: I’m all about the quick and easy, wink-wink-nudge-nudge-har-har.
2004: If you set off fireworks for three hours straight, starting at 7:30, you are not only an asshole, you live near me.
2003: No entry.
2002: A bunch of links that are probably no longer good.
2001: Pictures from Maine.
2000: Unfortunately, I forgot that when I say things like “Let’s go skinny-dipping and watch the fireworks”, what I actually mean is “Let’s go skinny-dipping and watch the fireworks”, but he hears “Let’s go swimming naked and get frisky in the pool under the fireworks.”