(And buying extraneous organizational supplies.)
(I don't even know how all the Liberty for Target notepads and folders got into my cart but when I went to check out, there they were. I must have blacked out in the stationery aisle.)
(And I don't know what rumors you've heard but let me assure you that I have not yet attacked any pets with the results of my glorious label maker.)
(Seriously. En route to a mani/pedi and all the sudden I find myself parked in front of Staples. Again, I claim blackout.)
Anyway, here I am in back in Raleigh. Home sweet home. I drove from the airport right to Bojangle's and got myself a cajun fried chicken feast which I enjoyed in front of a little Bravo tv. It was heavenly.
Speaking of Bojangle's, I've got about ten or so pounds to lose as a result of my seven month Belgian Binge. You don't live in the motherland of beer, chocolate and fries without gaining some weight. I'm going to get right on that whole weigh loss thingie just as soon as I've sampled all the NC food groups:
Bojangles cajun fried chicken
Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Pork BBQ of the Eastern variety
Dos Taquitos legendary burrito
For the moment, I'm running my fat ass all over town trying to find us a place to live. Looks like we've narrowed it down to two and will choose one tomorrow when Jason can go look at them with me. I have a few more Brussels posts to catch up on and then it will be all Raleigh, all the time up in this pizzle.