I just flew in from Nashville (and Chicago) and boy are my arms tired. ……thank you ladies and germs! I’ll be here all week – don’t forget to tip your server!
I’m sure I’ll get to stories in the next day or so, I’m just tarred (that’s Appalachian for ‘tired’ dontcha know). So tired I actually dozed on a plane, which I never do. I needed the rest. My liver needed…no…DEMANDED… the rest!
And even better than stories: pictures!!! Maybe just one. We’ll have to see.
I’m going on record though: I hate O’Hare. But I have yet to find one person who likes that airport. Considering it is the busiest, or one of, I would assume someone likes it – but they are all elusive, much like the GOPer who really really hates Sarah Palin. They are out there somewhere, but they ain’t talking.
The cats greeted me and then smelled me to see where I’ve been – places they’ll never get to, just smell on me. Then they went about their regular everyday cat business….whatever that is. Denton did pretty much the same.
Song by: Lili Von Shtupp