Thursday, February 12, 2009

And They're Off! Again.

We leave Friday morning for Annapolis, to visit R Man's crusty old father and neurotic sister.  We've just got restless feet, gadabouts, gypsies.  Plus R Man is a much better son than I am.  I figure my family got twenty years out of me before I split, what more do they want?  If they had something interesting to say, why didn't they spit it out then?

So anyway, at least we're no longer camping out in their basement; instead we'll be in a charming new Westin downtown.  Room service and nice beds, hoo hoo.  Annapolis is a lovely colonial town, stuffed full of cool Federal architecture.

And studly midshipmen from the Naval Academy there, many of whom could be doing much better in the finer adult film studios.  Instead they're just wasting their hunkiness on some dumb stupid career.  Sheesh.


  1. Bring me back a souvenir!
    A midshipman would be nice. A mid-and-a-half-shipman would be even nicer.

  2. I’m so pleased that you have finally graduated from being the lowly dour downstairs/basement maid to the vastly superior guest starring midnight hall roaming Westin variety. I do have one question though, When traveling do you check your push cart or do you carry it on?

    All kidding aside I am happy that you don’t have to put up with the dank basement anymore or the codger. He doesn’t seem to be very nice to you or appreciate his son in-law. Now you can pop in say hello then make a retreat to your hotel suite.

    Farewell Peenee, good luck among the Marylanders...

  3. Oh you ARE a saint! You couldn't pay me enough to get me to visit my inlaws. All that and the kitty butt string too. I hope you get an adequate earthly reward for all this!


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