So I went to Williamsburg again...
(Seriously! This place has its own campground, for chrissakes. It should probably have its own zip code, too.)
(And a cheese n' knife store? I have no idea. If you do, please explain.)
I didn't take any pictures in Williamsburg this year. But I did take a picture of a HUGE sandwich I made on Sunday. Right? Weren't you just dying to see some sandwich pictures? Stay tuned for that gem.
Anyhow, I was in Williamsburg to attend a librarian conference. The sun glinting off so many pairs of reading glasses would nearly blind you. And if not, your eyeballs might spontatneously combust at the sight of so many cardigans and sensible shoes. Sometimes I look around at my fellow professionals and think, "Yes. We deserve every negative stereotype that we've been given."
Personally, I try hard to combat those stereotypes by wearing lipstick and non-sensible high heels.
Internet: Yeah! And I bet you let people eat and talk as loud as they want, too!
Liz: Let's not get crazy.
Regrettably, I missed the conference social and all the Baby Got Back debauchery, mainly because I was stricken with a violent, 24-hour flu. As I clung to the toilet bowl at 3 a.m. I prayed that the hotel's housekeeper was not a Bitsy ("A dry Kleenex works just fine!"), but a big, strapping bleach-and-hot-water type named Helga.
Otherwise, who knows what I'll be stricken with next.
On the day we were to return home, we found out that M's grandmother had passed away early that morning.
In continuance of our good luck I was fully expecting to blow out a tire on the way home, but no! Instead we were treated to two separate highway accidents that caused a 10-mile back-up.
But don't worry, there was good news to come. When we got to the lap-o-luxury kennel to collect our dog, we received a positive report from them for the second time in a row that Alex is no longer a "problem humper".
Praise Jesus! One problem solved. On to world peace!
Or maybe we should tackle the kitchen phobia next.
Oh yes, and here's the huge sandwich I made on Sunday. Vegetarian bacon, romaine, spinach, tomatoes, and avocado on whole wheat toast. I actually injured my mouth while eating this beast. Was it worth it?
Nothing tastes as good as your first post-flu meal.