308/365 I flatly refuse

to pay for internet service. Another hotel wanting $12.95. So instead I blog in the business center where I can't even hook up my laptop. No pictures, no extended post. I am remembering how little glamour there is in consulting. Even the limo ride was terrible today. From the Dulles area to Hunt Valley, Maryland took us 3 hours (less than 60 miles). I guess I underestimated the traffic, and maybe that 1 liter bottle of Deer Park water was a mistake. Just let me say that yes, that was me....er.... getting the job done behind a tree along the D.C. outer loop. Another overpriced crummy hotel meal. Another hotel room with a heater drying out every mucus membrane. I can't wait to get home tomorrow!

180/365 Celebrity Pee

Playing Celebrity, the game with the big bowl and the little papers, is a tradition when the family is together. Today there was a mishap. Round 3 is acting only, no words. The pelvic thrust in the picture above was the perfect clue for A Rod (referenced in previous rounds as having shagged Madonna), but the funny part was that the windup to the thrust involved nearly knocking down the TV with her butt. I laughed so hard I had to go check to see if I peed myself. Laughter and silliness for a couple of hours, and no mention of brain fluids, bills to pay, or chores undone.