On the plane, armed with food mags and books

The boys were hellions this morning, and I'm not sure I've ever been so glad to say goodbye. Though I don't love to fly, I'm actually thrilled to be on the plane, in relative silence, literally heading away, away, away. I haven't flown out of Dulles in ages; the new parts are quite nice and very reminiscent of a Lego city, especially the tram which had a little fire extinguisher holder just like something you'd find in the airport set.

We have reservations at Higgins tonight, and I can't wait- have heard some great reviews! Thank you to all the enthusiastic food52ers who shared such great Portland-area info with me.

Off to my mags and books and maybe a nap. Happy Friday all!

Seriously?

One boy has been screaming "more milk" since 5:20 I just brought him milk but in the wrong cup, so he is now dissolved in a paroxysm of tears and "can I get in your bed mommy; wrong cup mommy."The other was up several times in the night and for the past 15 minutes has been trying to don a new police outfit and now wants my help. No! I gotta get outta town!

Well that was embarrassing

I'm checking out at Whole Foods, the male checker and I are shooting the breeze, and as I pull my keys out, I realize, too late of course, that a pantyliner is stuck to my key chain.