And we're back. A little sunburned, but full of lobster and fish and relaxed.
H. and I found ourselves doing quite a bit of antiquing. Antiquing in New England. The last remnants of my 16 year old self died that day, performing the ultimate yuppie activity. RIP pink-haired me.
|Someone need more cowbell?|
I wanted this telephone table something fierce.
H. asked me where I would put it - like that matters! He's nuts, though.
And this doll freaked me out something more fierce - I did not want it.
I'll tell you more about our Maine adventures in a day or two, for now I need some quality time with the cat.