Flipflops in the Rain


as my favorite boy band would say, ‘bye bye bye’

if all goes well, i’m on a plane with my (drugged-up) cat, and i’m headed back to washington state, and we’re both peacefully sleeping in anticipation of a long week of settling into our new home.

if all goes horribly, horribly wrong, i’m at the airport with my (whiny, hungry, angry and drugged-up) cat, and i’m hoping the flight’s not delayed for too much longer because i’m emotionally drained, and people are glaring at me, and i just want a drink, but it’s too early and it’s weird to bring a cat into the airport bar.

either way, my time as a virginia resident has come to a close.



and the dundie for best last day of work goes to…

…well, no one really. it would’ve gone to me if my boss hadn’t gotten me too drunk to drive home. who stays in the office past 5 p.m. on their LAST DAY?

this girl.

(at least i get to see maxie‘s pretty face one last time.)