it's the 11th hour and i'm eating pancakes with the dog...

i'm entirely too tired to even be awake, but i didn't want to go another day without thanking all of my wonderful friends for coming out to show their support on friday. all your encouraging words meant so much and the excessive shot buying had me out of commission till around 5pm the next day -when we embarked on the snuggie pub crawl to celebrate yet another wayward traveler's bon voyage fiesta/sleepover.



I've been packing all day, inhaled enough bleach to kill a small village of buy-able chilean boys and have at least a softball's sized ball of dust and Rowen hair lodged in my nasal cavity. i am exhausted and dusty - yet causticly sterile - however, the to-do list is dwindling thanks again to my friends, i would be lost without you guys. the wolfpack at home tends to forget the purpose of running in packs, but in the glass 1/2 full mentality, there is always a silver lining...things could always be a tad dicier http://www.livescience.com/animals/080206-cannibal-parents.html

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/eat_you, besides the obvious 3 or 4, i'm happy to report that for the most part, the signs point to my safety.