Hagerstown

That's where I am. On a bed in my jammies in a Microtel in Hagerstown, MD (It's nice, by the way. You should stay here if you ever need to spend a night in Hagerstown.)

Anyway, we're a little less than halfway home. We took the scenic route--it was worth the extra hour of driving. It's Autumn up North, and the foliage in Vermont and upstate New York was spectacular. Also making it worth it? We learned that Interstate 81 in the Harrisburg, PA area is a virtual Arby's mecca. There's one at every exit! You can bet I have curly fry breath.

Somewhere in Vermont. It was much prettier in person. Unlike me.

Tomorrow we'll continue our alternate route home through the Blue Ridge and Smoky Mountains. Maybe I can even convince Will to make a slight detour to visit Sweet Briar College, the women's college where I spent my first semester of my freshman year. He can see where I wrote him all those letters back when the idea of dating him would have made me laugh hysterically.

Wednesday (or maybe Thursday) you'll get all the details of our trip (I'm sure you'll be waiting with baited breath). This is the first time I've had working internet for more than three minutes at a time since last Wednesday, so I have a lot of blogs and e-mail to catch up on. By the way, if you sent anything to the Gmail address listed here, I didn't read it. I had over 1000 e-mails waiting for me and I just deleted everything. If it was important, send it again. If it was hate mail, don't bother. Unless it was funny. I like a good chuckle over someone else's self righteous stupidity.

In the mean time, here's a sample of what's to come:

Who needs a boob job when you can borrow your heathen sister's Halloween costume?
By the way, you should be thanking your lucky stars for Paintshop pasties right about now. Fake "giant nurples" are as bad as real ones.