So, I am off to Hotlanta for the weekend, should be a busy, fun-filled trip. I’ve never been, but I am at the complete mercy of the people I’ll be with, so don’t bother offering up ideas for places to check out (speaking of mercy, does anyone have a suggestion for a killer white wine? I drink red so I got nothin’). But, I am totally ok with this arrangement of having no say. Seems this little banana likes being told where to go and when to get there…who knew?
While I am away, Buggie, DCSportsChick and Fred the Chanuck will be attending the Nats v. Mets game without me. Instead our contest winner, Contestant #1 (or C#1), will take my place. He brought the snark, which weighed heavily in this close contest. When told of his good fortune and asked if he was still available to attend the game he replied “Yes I can still attend… I wouldn’t have entered if I couldn’t have made it to the game!”. C#1, now things come up. Your girlfriend/hook up/sister may have become your baby mama for all we know! You could have been visiting from Egypt, skipping classes and bam! Arrested! But we did ask for the smart ass, and people it looks like we got what we asked for. Let’s hope for good times.
I’ll leave you with a little candy to tide you over until next week. Pictures from last weekend. No wonder it was so hot…
The lovliness that is Jen, now with Internet visability! We be some freckly bitches.

Me and T#1 squishing her sister, T#2

Buggie, Harms, me and some big cheese. We have purty teeth.

T#1 and Clussy (with Buggie in the back) try to out cheese us.

What’s a weekend without fun with farm animals…

…or funny faces for that matter?
p.s.
eeeeeeeep! I almost totally forgot! I am attempting to squeeze in my 18-miler, scheduled for Saturday, tomorrow. By myself. 18 miles of solitude. No one around. Well, there will be people–other vacationing or non-working types. But not people running with me, at my pace, keeping me company, and pushing me to go on. Ack! Ok, I am not attempting. I am doing. I am doing an 18 mile run tomorrow. Sigh. I’ll let you know how it goes.