Home Sweet Home

So, I'm home at last. I really missed home a lot these past five days. And when I say, "home" I mean "the computer." :) Figures the internet bailed out on me last night when I was having three really good conversations on AIM. GOSH. I hafta GO.

Not really, though.

The mountains were lovely. Very green with a fresh coating of fog and dew and a sprinkling of Monarch butterflies and Cardinals. The usual scenic display. :) I fully intend on residing in the mountains someday. I'm going to stock up on eco-friendly clothing, birkenstock shoes, herbal tea, incense and freshly picked apples and become... a mountain girl. But, by the way I described it you'd think I was planning to be a homosexual hippy.

Sorry, did I offend anyone?

Actually, that's a lie. I only want to be half-mountain girl. My other fifty percent aspires to be the typical starving actress waiting tables in a New York pizza parlor. It's simulatenously funny and sad because it's true.

Anyway, here are some pictures from our trip.

Dear Sheldon,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY you crazy son of a gun, you. Fingers crossed for that iPod. I'll even go help you pick it out when you get enough money. They come in the most beautiful boxes. Yay for aesthetically pleasing packaging, right? And you know, iPod is a gateway drug to the wonderful world of Apple. Soon you'll be addicted to all sorts of crazy things: iBooks, G5's, Photoshop, Garageband, the new *Mighty Mouse*, and so on and so forth 'til the end of time. Here's to sick addictions (raises plastic cup of Wal-Mart brand Strawberry flavored water)! I heart you!

Love forever and always,
Flantastic («-- this is my new name, spread it around)

Ok, the end!