So now my phone, which has not worked at all since our arrival in Boston, suddenly and mysteriously begins working. Weird.
And I have Internet access! I’m typing this message from the Deisel Cafe, which is exactly the sort of place you generally don’t see in Florida. Shelly’s reading the paper and whimpering “Soooo much culture!” as we wait to meet up with wispfox.
Unpacking the suitcase this morning, I discovered a note from TSA informing me that they’d randomly performed a hand-search on our bags, meaning they discovered the floggers, crop, paddles, knives, Wartenberg wheel, and other implements of destruction… ***very amused***
And wispfox has arrived, so off we go.
One of my bags was also hand searched. I didn’t have anything that interesting in it.
One of my bags was also hand searched. I didn’t have anything that interesting in it.
Have a grand time! Sorry we won’t be there tomorrow.
Have a grand time! Sorry we won’t be there tomorrow.
I hope none of your toys are missing. Here in Texas, the police have a way of making your coolest toys dissapear, and the ones they do let you keep they usually break.
Dang rednecks!
Fortunately, all toys present and accounted for (else I would’ve raised holy hell–the ctoy collection has a nontrivial monetary value!).
I hope none of your toys are missing. Here in Texas, the police have a way of making your coolest toys dissapear, and the ones they do let you keep they usually break.
Dang rednecks!
Fortunately, all toys present and accounted for (else I would’ve raised holy hell–the ctoy collection has a nontrivial monetary value!).