My Wee Vassals, I've Returned!

I'm home!  Did you miss me?  Don't answer, don't answer.  I just hate it when you get all slobbery and sentimental.  I could hear the melancholy sighs of lonesomeness all the way across the Atlantic.  Buck up.  My regular pattern of sporadic posting continues as of today.

Not that I didn't try and post while on vacation.  After the dismal attempt in the basement of a McDonald's in London, I made three other tries, but was thwarted each time.  An internet cafe in Notting Hill was too busy; France handed me a keyboard that looked like meth-addicted monkeys put it together; and in Edinburgh, I grabbed the wrong purse - the one without credit cards and cash in it - and they politely declined my offer to swap Internet time for my half-finished bag of M&Ms.

Aside from computer woes, The VP and I had a fantastic trip.  I'll share some of the more memorable moments and a few photos once I sort through everything we brought back.  Right now a more pressing issue would be cleaning up the house; it looks like someone lit a powder keg under a laundromat.  I should surface by the weekend, if not sooner, to return to the blog.

Thanks, Sandy, for holding down the fort, and welcome to Tiger Lilly!

Comments

[Sandy]

Thank God. Even I'm sick of me.

[aelfheld]

Vassels?!?

Out of the country for a few days, and all that edumacation goes right down the drain.

[Kevin]

Regardless of what anyone says, I've been good. Just don't yell at me.

[St. Kate]

Thanks for proof-reading, Aelfheld. I blame jet lag.