I’m glad I came but just the same I must be going. La la!
Nothing like starting the day off with a Groucho Marx quote, eh?
So here we are with me running hell-for-leather as quickly out of this country as humanly possible. It’s time for my yearly pilgrimage to Stratford, Ontario for the Shakespeare Festival. Would that I could write this off as a business expense (ho ho). Alas, no such luck. Still and all, off I toddle, to partake of good theater, good wine, and a chance to sit in a hot car with a cranky one-year-old for 9+ hours. When next you see me I will be a changed woman. Think of me fondly for even as I write this I imagine I am probably covered in the splatter of tossed babyfood and wailing human misery (did I mention she has a double ear infection, eye infection, fever, runny nose, and diaper rash?).
More as I can give it to you . . .