The Klingon, the android,

and Theresa. 

My new away team. 

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A special place

In hell. 

For these bastards. 

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FWP: Flying version

It’s rare for Himself or me to pass by a stack of quart size ziplock bags at an airport. Gonna inconvenience two white Western Frequent Fliers? We’re gonna get SUMPTHIN’ in return. 

Get with the program, folks. The people intent on causing harm and mayhem have MOVED ON. 

At least my plane/airport lounge at ORD handwork is well sorted by project. 


U.K. bags have the added annoyance of handles. Where are my scissors?

Oh, that’s right. 

In one of my two cases to check through. 

Why yes I am annoyed at having to be returning to Himself later than planned due to the latest Nor’easter. Why do you ask?

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Then again,

maybe no….


On the wrong side of the pond from Himself — and here for longer than planned due to the necessity of rearranging my flights. 

And I don’t think I’m leaving the house today. 

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If I tweeted

I guess I’d state we are at opening night intermission of The Girls here in London — a musical in which we’ve invested. 

Apparently there are lots of famous people here. 

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Today is a good day

to be a independence is a really bad idea/anyone but her/Brexit went our way Pats fan. 

Battin’ 1000 here at Casa de IWOM!

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Intermission

Ah, the joys of being married on a set designer….


Not that I wouldn’t do anything for him, but it’s a UNION banner.

Sheesh.

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