March 9, 2008

  • “Let’s go home, kids.”
    “We are home, Dad.”
    “That was fast.”

    {The Simpsons}

    It’s funny how I just CAN NOT wait to get out of town
    only to get somewhere, take it all in, and think,
    I CAN NOT wait to get home.
    Vacations are like that, I suppose. Turns one appreciative.

    Los Angeles… I have lots to say, but I am exhausted.
    This whole Day Lights Savings & crossing two time zones
    has taken every good brain cell and sucked it dry.

    p.s. It was SO ODD to NOT
    blog or check email for
    A WHOLE WEEK. Whoa…

Comments (4)

  • Sorry I didn’t recognize you at McDonald’s until it was too late. The lost hour of sleep had it’s toll on me today. I was the one who took your card at the first window.

  • I took that SO PERSONALLY! I was like, “He didn’t even say HI.”

    It’s okay, J. I forgive you. I was too hungry to get sad about it. The fries were calling my name.

  • @teacher47 - The fires are cruel, evil sirens that call you to eat them…  I still can’t resist them, unless I happen to work at the fry station.

  • I once worked the fry station… once upon a time when we had a Hardees in this town (now BK)… I didn’t eat fries for about a year after that.

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