Indian Massacre

On the food front, I might never eat again...Had an "Indian take away" last night in Manchester at Liz and David's. It made a violent reappearance this morning in the west wing of the apartment - thankfully in the toilet - and then again on their driveway before we headed off to the airport for our 7 hour trip home with a layover in JFK for 4 hours before the Florida leg (pending). Yeah - I'm not comfortable today. Neither are my guts.

What is it about returning from Europe that makes one want to yak?

Not by the Hair of My...

I have a chin hair. I can't stop fiddling with it.

I'm going to end it all tonight.

*sigh*

Screwing by Braille

Here's a question...how are those of us who are far-sighted supposed to tighten the screws on our glasses when the arms get loose? I finally found a teeny tiny screwdriver, but I'll be damned if I can see the slot in the even teeny tinier friggin' screw. Hey, guess what? My glasses are off!

Gah! Screw Lenscrafters and their faulty frames.