by Cellobella on Thursday, January 31, 2008
What has this photo got to do with the tale I’m about to tell. Nothing. But I just love this image taken of a woman in Key West. Look closely and you’ll see she has one “dead eye” open. Neat.
So here’s the thing…
If you noticed that the back fridge door had been left open and everything in it had completely defrosted and had probably been so for more than 24 hours, would you empty it out and chuck all the food away – given that the temperatures were over 35C during the day, or would you, as Groover did, just turn the fridge back on and then casually mention it to me three days later?
I thought so.
Sometimes I wish I was living with you.
by Cellobella on Thursday, January 24, 2008
Otherwise entitled: “Only in Key West”. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a range of …er …sizes.
And on that note (omg can you believe that last pic?) can I direct your attention to the Ninth Carnival of Radical Feminists which has picked up one of my (not so radical) posts…
by Cellobella on Saturday, January 12, 2008
Groover quite rightly says that if he’d set me up blogging on his phone with wireless keypad before now he’d have never got me to bed.
But the genie is now well and truly out of the bottle now and I sit here ensconsed at the little table in our roadside inn at a place called Santee in South Carolina – a sweet lttle and very reasonably priced place called Clark’s Inn – chatting to you while the kids get ready – that should read watching endless Hannah Montana on Disney Channel – and Groover checks out the bar.
We’ve discovered Roomsavers – a book of discount vouchers you can pick up in most gas stations – don’t I sound American? – and for on the run cheap accommodation they are saving us some bucks. After all a motel is a motel right?
We’re on our way back up North after lunch in Key West – the southern most tip of the USA – yesterday. It really had that party Bali feel to it and we relished the sunshine.
Tomorrow we should be in Washington DC for some serious sightseeing before a day or two in New York.
I can’t wait to get to a proper computer so I can write a fulsome account of our trip. To be honest, typing on a phone keyboard has knobs on it . 
And if I’m really honest, that wine in the bar is calling to me loudly and… the kids have come into my sanctuary… gotta fly my dears!
UPDATE: Here’s some Washington pics.
