Our transition from the Cape included a stay in Boston.
Boston is best experienced on-foot and with a tour guide dressed as Dorothy Quincy Hancock.
The next picture is for Andrea. (Edmund loved the Westin).
Okay, fun’s over. Back to the muggy wall of heat – we walked out of the Minneapolis airport and I felt like someone wrapped me in 100 electric blankets.
… remember when I told you about this?? I don’t know a lot but I do know that this belly is full of kittens. They are due in a few days – and I swear to God, if any of you take one home – I will repay you in strange and creative ways.
One more thing: The pile of mail, collected by Jen, contained this:
It might be the best piece of mail I have ever received.
Tags: Boston, danger, Dorothy Quincy Hancock, John Hancock, Paul Revere, Printing Press, the Red Line, travel
Is that funny? 
August 4, 2010 at 1:48 pm |
soo…your cat really did get date raped??
August 4, 2010 at 1:52 pm |
Um… YES!!!
August 4, 2010 at 3:13 pm |
hopefully his ink knife was sharp. I can’t imagine cutting anything with what amounts to a giant butterknife.
August 4, 2010 at 8:51 pm |
No kidding – I think I’ll just keep the phone within reach.
August 4, 2010 at 11:48 pm |
Cats are from the devil.
August 5, 2010 at 12:38 am |
Edmund must have been eating a lot of sandwiches to be lookin’ so fly.
(Note: when I was ten, he was 0.)