A Note to the Rogue Brewery, San Francisco, CA.
Just wanted to let you know, your bathroom signs are not at all helpful:
Just wanted to let you know, your bathroom signs are not at all helpful:
Once, in ninth grade, I had to fake the results of a science project that I had woefully neglected. As a result, I found myself trying to recreate a journal for my project – how much the plants had grown, and observations I had made on each day, in a few hours. Most of it…
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I’m convinced that the best thing about traveling anywhere are those one-of-a-kind unexpected experiences no one else has. Seeing the Hoover Dam is amazing, but seeing a cloud shaped exactly like Yoda just outside of the Hoover Dam is even better (more on that later). Getting there, it seems, really is half the crazy.
Being in Seattle, it’s nice to have Portland so close. Only a two-hour drive to my hometown’s weird little sister (the one who’s a lot of fun to hang out with, but who’ll drink the last of the milk and will sleep on your couch for three months straight). It’s so easy to get there…
Part 2: Protecting yourself and your stuff while traveling You may have read through yesterday’s vicious diatribe on thieves, and how to protect your home while you’re away. Today’s installment will focus on how to protect yourself while away from home. And now, for our exciting conclusion …
Part 1: Protecting the home you leave behind from burglary I hate thieves. I truly believe there is a special level of hell for people who steal from others (A very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater).
25 years ago, an American couple traveling in Italy snatched up a hunk of some ruins as a souvenir, and wracked with guilt, returned it decades later. “We appreciate the gesture,” Italian police were quoted as saying. “But WTF. It’s a rock. It’s not like we even realized it was gone.”*
Last week, the hubby and I found ourselves in Munich for National Beer Day (insert joke here about how every day is National Beer Day in Bavaria). The hubby had a beer, and I had Johannisbeer juice, which we determined, after a lengthy discussion that nearly involved diagrams, to be currant juice (clearly, I am…