My!

Aside from the porniness of the post-Prom pictures, it's interesting to note that everyone becomes more photogenic in a picture with Tom Scola. He makes everyone in his immediate orbit pretty on film. It's his superpower!

My, indeed, JZ. There are officially more pictures of my husband with other women than with me. Ha.

Hi tommyrot!

Did you escape the F2F malaise? I'm thinking that any sucky ickyness is to be blamed on random strangers we traveled with in planes, trains, BART, etc. Because up close and F2F with Buffistas never a cause for the ick.

I don't want to be back in work mode, and yet.

The trip back was ok. On the first leg, SFO to Chicago, I was in the middle section between two very wee people. I thought this would result in sleep, and yet it didn't happen. I slept for about an hour on the gate seats waiting for my connection at O'Hare. Slept about an hour on the way to Baltimore. Maybe a half hour before going to work. And now I am on the internets in the lobby instead of under the covers. Huh.

There are officially more pictures of my husband with other women that with me.

Well, I did see at least one picture of your husband with you, which puts you one up on me. Not that I'm complaining. I get him all year long and have umpty-brazilian spousalicious photo ops.

I am, however, thinking of joining forces with you on the verboten body parts photos thing; next year, I'll enforce your wish for no pictures of your ass if you'll smite anyone who attempts to take a picture of me in utterly chinless profile.

Hi Laura!

Did you escape the F2F malaise?

Naw, I was sick while I was there. I slept very poorly Saturday Night Sunday Morning because of the crap in my lungs. At least my sinuses were mostly clear during the flight.

Anyway, I was so exhausted when I got home last night. I really could have used an extra day off, but I have no more time off left at the moment....

I am NOT sick and Nicole seems to be fairing ok.

Juliana - I now have your wrap and your necklace. And if it is a black, short sleeved, zip up shirt, then, yes, you have Nicole's shirt.

Miss Rocky Mountains declared CJ's game too cold and came back to my house early. We are going to stay in this evening. Both of us are too tuckered for the drive in and out of SF.

I am also not sick. Yet. Since Drew is sick as a dog, I'm not real hopeful that I'm going to escape it entirely.

I'll enforce your wish for no pictures of your ass if you'll smite anyone who attempts to take a picture of me in utterly chinless profile.

Most defintely.

tommyrot is On The List.

tommyrot is On The List.

Oopsie.

Oopsie my ass.

By which I mean, Oopsie! My Ass!