I think that this is where all kinds of stuff goes.
What the hoo-sits is going on in this world – where the presumed friday photo shows up on Thursday in the form of a dire wolf skull (eep!) and the rest of the week scooted by with barely a notice – at all.
Well – pals of mine – I was fighting hard with a storm of busy this week – and while the storm is still stewing and brewing, I think that I can almost see the land on the other side.
Or maybe the land is just a big land looking monster – ready to pounce and eat me when I least expect it.
I guess that we will all find out next week . . .
There was no way that I was going to have enough time to jump all over this opportunity . . .
But – just the implecations of almost having the chance to get a fully loaded burger at 5:15 in the a.m. was almost enough to make this intrepid reporter consider staying in Washington . . . In the airport.
Socks could be the airport dog.
We would eat burgers together.