pandara

Parking at any International airport is a totally freaky experience. Today I went to pdx. I have only been there once. I was so confused signs wer pointing every direction. OH my. So I ended up in some far out lot that forgot to get the name and number of. Then I got on some bus that took me to the actual terminals. Once I got there I saw parking across the way. Ok... so I saw no signs.



Needless to say I couldn't find my car for awhile.

Note to self next time write it down.

Tonight I also figured out that I have no business drinking beer in bed. Well I had no business doing it last week. As I notice a formenting smell coming up the side of the bed, I realize my beer got knocked down and over.



This wonderful IPA forments into the scent of pure rubbing alcohol with a hint of apple. I'm not sure if there is apple in it. It does however have the scent of such. The label says carmel and citrus. I swear I smell apple. I added that for my beer nerd friends. Those friends that would never spill, as they relish every last drop of a finely brewed beer. This formentation seems to have made a lovely floor cleaner. The section of black tile that it spilt on has never looked so shiny or new. Somebody has got to get ahold of Martha Stewart.

Note to self savor each last drop of the IPA.
If you can't drink it take it to the kitchen. God you would think I am a teenager or something.

Made some nice new friends this week.


Art Print can be found at PaPaYa
http://www.papayalicious.com

Note to self I wish I had more time for the friends that I love.