Getting Lost: An Art Form

I’m mainly speaking in the geographical sense…

It happens to the best of us. No, really! I’m blessed with an uncanny sense of direction; I have a 6th sense when it comes to figuring out my way and I’m rarely ever wrong. It helps to know that moss grows on the north side of whatever moss grows on (not that that tidbit of info helps in all situations)… Even when Fella and I traveled to England, I was still able to get us around without using our perpetually uncharged GPS. It’s a gift really.

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Spring Break 2018

Friday, March 2nd, 6:30am: I’m all packed for Kentucky! The dogs’ overnight bag is packed. Fella just needs to pack, we load up the car after work and hit the road to go visit our friend for a few days. I’m so ready for a mini vacation.

Friday, 8:20ish am: I get a text from Fella: “Kentucky friend/host has strep.” Well fuck! The last thing he needs is visitors and the last thing I want on my mini vacay is strep! Guess our trip is cancelled. Continue reading