homeward bound

I am officially less than one hour away from freedom. Freedom from post-menopausal women who have no choice but act is if their existence is essential to the innerworkings of this place because the realization that they are nothing more than a glorified check out girl is too much for their fragile sense of self worth.

Dang. I really really need this vacation.

And I'm almost ready. Though I was ridiculed for the numerous sweaters I packed (6 is most certainly not too many)I'm feeling pretty good about my variety of fashion choices. I'm hoping my Mom doesn't read this before she can call and harass me, but I'm not bringing my winter coat. And let me tell you why: I don't like it. It's good for those long walks to work in the morning, but it's wa-ay too big for me. And according to her favorite--The Weather Channel--the temperatures are to hover around the 40 degree mark. I will bring a hat. I will bring gloves. But the Columbia jacket stays here.


I spent the last hour as Miss Information where my time was wisely spent looking up all of my favorite restaurants in the Burlington area. I'm hoping to hit Penny Cluse at the very least. And I know I do it every time, but I love Smokejacks. And A Single Pebble.

And the Church Street shopping.

And the City Market.

Otherwise known as my future employers.

Don't worry.

I have to come back and get Grace at the very least!