MMMmm.  The enticing aroma of swamp dog to greet me upon my triumphant return.

So today, on the bus returing to the hotel from Downtown Disney, I called my son an incorrigible butthead.

Probably I could've handled it better.

1) When he's happy, my son does the chicken dance.

2) One Singapore Sling is good.  Two Slingapore Sings = staggering through MGM Studios with a 5 year old.

It's much easier to pack when you don't need to leave space for the printer.

So the EoYP was fun.  Stayed much later than I should've, especially as I knew that I'd be up much earlier than I'd like.  Dave is working with some Habitat-esque group this morning, fixing houses for seniors and was out the door by 7:20.  I'm glad he's doing it and hope he has fun, but wow is the weather crappy.

Jack and Marge truly are the A-team ( Read more... )

Is April over yet?

So it's beautiful Saturday morning and I just ordered a large stack of books on social/cultural ethnography for some light summer reading.

Save me from myself.

"You should join facebook or live journal!" said Amanda.  "We'll make up posts for you!"

I can't wait to see what my new life looks like.  Make it a good one, y'all.