I admit it. I've been a bum about blogging.
Returned from California over the weekend. But first missed a flight, which meant I didn't get to the chapel (or rather, bed and breakfast) for Susie and David's wedding. So I'm not just a bum. But a thoughtless, reprehensible one, at that.
Welcomed back to DC with a deluge of work. Logging lots of long hours at the office. My job has lost that lustrous new sheen. And I feel a bit down. It's hot and humid here, and I miss the crisp California air. Tahoe, I hardly knew ye!
So bear with me. I'll give a much overdue Tahoe race briefing this weekend.
Okay, let's lighten up a bit. I'm taking a page out of Jeanne's playbook on weird factoids. Here are some about me:
1. At 9, I was the youngest member of the Military Book Club. I was obsessed with World War II.
2. So much so that I played a World War II Polish resistance fighter that Halloween. Everyone thought I was a some sort of weird midget hobo.
3. At 10, I used to climb onto the roof of our house and hang out. Nobody seemed to mind. My parents were at work and the neighbors ignored me. Today they'd call the cops.
4. At 11, I was in a children's mime troup. In which I played a lion tamer. A non-speaking lion tamer with a real 7-foot leather whip. Good times.
5. I prefer the company of my dog to most people. In college, my nickname was "Miss Anthrope."
6. I have a secret crush on this guy.