Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday-Awesome Husband

Sheesh. It's a goat rope

Well, it's almost 10, and I just started a load of laundry that has one of my major shirts in it. No, I'm not a major, but I majorly need this shirt. I guess I won't be sleeping tonight, huh? Who can I blame this on??? Oh yeah, it's my fault. Thanks for reminding me. I have GOT to get our logo on a pair of sweats and a Tshirt. Then it would be ok, right?

To be posted in both journals:

I'll post this in both journals.

For the Record:

I did NOT get drunk in Illinois. I DID spend 9 hours working on software with a client. I DID have trouble sleeping. I did enjoy the trip, travelling with good company, but missed home a lot. I DO have to leave town again in the wee hours of Saturday morning.

I did NOT sleep by the pool. I did NOT go to the bar instead of breakfast. I AM a goofball when I'm bored. I DID come up with a new game while travelling (pictures of patterns. Maybe I'll post them, but they're pretty boring.)

I'm home, much later than I expected to arrive. I missed Survivor. I have to do laundry so my work clothes are ready for Michigan. At least the pilot got us above the clouds for most of the flight, so I saw the sun for the first time in many days. I had mini-pringles on the plane for dinner. I'm tired. Goodnight.

A trip to Bloominfieldburgton...or something.

Well, we arrived here in Bloomburgfieldtonsville in fine fashion. Did you know my company will buy me a drink when I travel? I thought that I might come up with an entry for my journal, but no matter how hard I concentrated, I couldn't come up with a subject.

Seriously. I held my breath for so long that I passed out...or maybe it was the beers...who knows? Anyways, so I woke up and noticed that I wasn't in my house, but in some strange room with two beds and a weird assortment of lamps.

After realizing that I was in a hotel, I checked to make sure that I was in the RIGHT room, and seeing my bag in the corner was quite a relief. I headed to breakfast, but the bar came into view first. I never liked to walk too far. The bartender knew my name, and I thought that was either a bad sign, or WAY cool. I mulled it over while I drank a beer or 10.

The next day, I woke up by the pool with the manager kicking me in the ribs. It seems that they don't like it when you stay without paying for a room for the night. Go figure. It smelled like chlorine in there, anyway. I guess I'll try to find a way back to my home in....well, it's located near....uh oh. I'm going to go get a beer and try to figure out how to get home. I think I have a husband. If I do, he'll be worried for sure. If I don't, maybe I should get one. Unless I'm gay. Or a nun.

Wordless Wednesday-The Pupcorn Game

I know it's "wordless", but watch the popcorn. Hawkeye always wins, hands down.

Wordless Wednesday-Awesome commute