If your memory was as long as your dick, you'd be in good shape.

I've had that saved on my desktop for a while...I believe my dad sent it to me, with a blurb noting that sadly, that children's book was no longer available. It had been such a long day that it took me a whole three seconds.

So what do you imagine when you imagine Vermont? Cause I tend to picture things like this...



or this....



But I googled images and lo and behold.....



Totally.

Anyway, that's where I'll be til Sunday. Off playing with Veloute and fam! D's first trip up there...hmm, I seem to keep taking him to that part of the country...we'll have to spice it up! (One day).

Currently I'm torn between rejoicing in my red wine that I don't have to go back to work til November (okay, the 1st) and the fact that I'm going to have to wake my ass up around 3:30am to get to the airport. If I were ten years younger I might be able to just pull on through til boarding the plane. Sadly, I also want to appear presentable. And by that I mean not yakking on anyone's shoes.