After 21 hours in a van with 4 old men this is what I look like. I’m finally back in Cleveland and despite the excellence of my trip, the city was a sight for sore eyes. I had 12 messages once I got cell reception back, most from my banker and realtor and each more frantic than the last. It is a simple matter of an addendum to the contract to best fit the mortgage, but apparently they weren’t listening when I told them I was going to be out of the country for 10 days. I wish I had one more day to relax before going back to work, but Sunday is filled with fishy laundry, mail piles, ironing, beard-bush-whacking and other organizational flotsam and jetsam. I think I’m going to have to blast Pantera just to keep the blood pumping enough for me to finish.
More pics here.
welcome home! I’d like to meet the sign guy sometime.
you look way hot.