In Illinois you can buy wine, beer and alcohol in the grocery store (as opposed to Montgomery County, Maryland) and recently I browsed the shelves for wine for Christmas dinner and again yesterday. I found a blogging buddy’s handle on a bottle of wine (delicious, by the way):
Then I logged onto Facebook to show my mom how to use it and ended up making confusing and misspelled comments. I think it will be to my benefit to return to our nearly dry county.
As I type this, I can only see the house next door to the one in which I grew up — anything beyond that is lost in a milk-mixed-with-water looking fog. Dense fog advisories as well as flash flood warnings are in effect. And it is 51 degrees out there. Yesterday the problem was icy conditions.
What’s going on? Mother Nature must be in a foul mood. Or a playful one.
Either way — travel is tricky. Let’s hope she’s back to normal on Monday when 2 or 3 of us fly back to Bethesda.
But Dean wanted the Gift Bag instead.
Clutch Cargo Lips 