Despite dallying with The Moroccan Weight Loss Program (read: 48-hours of food poisoning hell), I am home safe and sound. Jen, who missed her calling as girl scout and nurse was better than any travel companion I could have asked for — better than I deserved. As the week unfolds and I share some of our stories, you will all see exactly what I mean.
I’ve a gift for the sassy broad who watched Sir Hal, one for the bicycle who maintained this fish’s blog, some postcards and even a scandalous story or two (read: international incident). But for now, I have a date with a hot shower, and then His Excellency who requires some squelching.
Welcome back!
Welcome home!
so good to have you back, h! can’t wait to hear the juicy details!
48 hours of food poisoning… in Morrocco. Ugh. Good think you’re back.
I shudder to ask how one squelches a cat.
Welcome home Fish! I know how much food poisoning sucks – food poisoning in Machu Pichu. Oy!
Welcome back Fish, enjoyed Benjamin, and got to hear some new music(thanks Mr. Wagner, I am now ADDICTED to “Mad World” and “Stay”.)
Can’t wait to hear your stories…
Welcome Back!
Welcome back! I totally missed you while you were gone! (But Benjamin was great to keep me entertained in the mean time.)
I haven’t lived there in some time, but isn’t cat-squelching still a felony in the five boroughs?
Hah, welcome back indeed.
Welcome back, H. Once your stomach’s recovered, let’s do some fruity cocktails…