The pictures from this weekend are brought to you courtesy of John B. — you know you’ve got a friend for life when, seeing the despair in your eyes when you can’t find your camera (a blogger and her camera have a special sort of bond), offers to dig through a bag of garbage for you because you thought there was a possibility you dropped it in there while you were emptying the trash, just to give you peace of mind.  It wasn’t there, of course — you had wrapped it in the sheets you had just stripped off your bed like an asshole and had wound up in the laundry pile.  Sigh. 

The rest of the weekend was much less panic inducing, although I think it might have taken at least a month off of my life.  For those of you who attempted to have a conversation with me on Sunday, you’ll be happy to know that my brain is now (almost) back to full capacity, and I am now able to complete coherent sentences.  And now, back to reality.