Road trip summer
So I've been away for the past month . . . well not away, but I have treated my blog like an ugly red-headed stepchild. Eh, I've been busy. And by busy, I mean busy and then on the world's longest road trip. And, yes, me made made the trip. My second set of Amy Butler travel bags (The Weekender and the August Fields), as the first set . . . I'm not posting photos of the dead orange bag. Here's a link to remind you of her in her pretty and new days. In short, I had promised my Mom a week of my face this summer, but in the meantime a family member is in the end stages of cancer. Since my Dad doesn't fly, and my trip to Chicago in July got cancelled postponed, I went with him. Not so bad . . . until you get to Ohio and Indiana. Shit, I lived in Indiana for three years of my youth. Yet, I managed to forget some of the billows of the middle states. Middle America . . . Corn, bitches. Dad eating a Pennsylvania...