I seem to recall something about this blog.
Oh. That's right. It's MINE.
Welcome back, me.
With this, my 500th post, let me catch you up on summer in Bermtopia.
It all started with a trip to the emergency room with the Mom Unit the first weekend in June.
And Le Grande Macaron Tour. (There will be more about that over at the also-sadly-neglected Because I Said So Kitchen later.)
Annnndddd ANOTHER trip to the emergency room with the Mom Unit.
This go-round resulted in her hanging in a skilled nursing facility for two weeks. The Mom Unit was not impressed.
But we did watch a lot of World Cup. And she's back to fighting form.
|Take THAT, Disturbance in the Force.|
And selling the Nine One Four last week.
|This is the cleanest eff-ing house in Bermtopia.|
And. Oh. By the way. I retire in 25 days. . .
Move to Portland. . .
And await the arrival our first grandson in September.
But other than that, it's been a pretty quiet summer in Bermtopia.
|Please tell me there are Milk Bones in Portland.|