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We flew out on Sunday, and got back on Friday.  Checked into a New Jersey hotel and got the bus over into Manhattan, much nicer than driving there.  London Underground veterans need not fear the NY Subway.  I was a little concerned when we checked in that we were only

It was New York!  Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic Theatre, Blue Man Group at Astoria Place Theatre, Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Empire State Building, geocaching in Central Park, amazing food, it was a perfect holiday, all masterminded by the perfect Hubby.  The big surprise, which I found

We're flying out tomorrow, taking three travel bugs with us to place in some unknown state.  We get back on Friday, no blog posts till then.  Have a good week, I'm off!

We have two cats, and one is a scaredy cat.  I watched Quantum and Tangle yesterday as we heard Hubby came up the steps to the front door.  Quantum sauntered over to the door hoping for interesting sights and a belly rub.  Tangle froze as soon as he heard footsteps

One week of work to go, then we're on vacation!  I have no idea where we're going, but I know what we're doing.  It's our ninth wedding anniversary, and every three years we go to see a certain show (I'm

Strolling round the mall Saturday we stopped at the sleep number bed place.  Not that we were planning to buy a horribly expansive bed, but it was fun to try them out.  It is the oddest sensation to be lying on a bed and feel it deflate beneath you, getting

(Back on my lovely laptop, mended and rescued by Hubby and working better than before.  Huge thanks and warm fuzzies to Jeff of Bytes for a Bit who just happened to have a Win98SE setup CD with him on Sunday.  Cold pricklies to Compaq for selling laptops but not giving

Hubby and I drove out to Nashville TN on Friday night to stay with Sehlat for the weekend.  Caught the amazing fireworks display from the top of a multi-storey car park, I'd never seen shaped fireworks (heart, star, and a great smiley face) before, or the 3-D firework

It is a measure of how nasty the old fence was that the house looked nicer with no fence at all.  It was an elderly stockade fence with peeling white paint that leaned in all the wrong places.  The corpse of the old fence was stacked on the driveway last