I know! I didn’t even tell you guys that I had left!
Last week, I wrote a whole post about how I was going to Portland to see my sister and my BFF and her zillions of children, and right as I was about to hit “publish” it suddenly occurred to me, “Hey. Hold the phone. Maybe I shouldn’t announce to the internet every I leave town. What if one of my degenerate readers (no offense, dear readers, but that’s what I call you when you have your back turned- “degenerates” [juuust kidding]) breaks into my house and steals my six foot ladder or my stash of emergency Wild Cherry Luden’s? It was a risk I wasn’t willing to take, so I didn’t tell you that I was going to be in Portland.
Anyhooch, I just got home from Portland last night. (By the way, Portland is the BOMB-DIGGITY. To put Portland’s bomb-diggityness into perspective, here’s a story: At some point during the week we decided we wanted Ethiopian food, and as soon as the decision was made, we had to decide which Ethiopian restaurant we wanted. The high end one? The hole-in-the-wall? Or the family friendly one? Awesome. I often wish Buffalo had a wider variety of food.)
I spent a lot of time with my BFF’s children. She’s got a four-year-old boy and three-month-old twin girls. I’ve long known that babies are hardcore, but TWO babies is just redonk. Toss a 4-year-old into the mix, and things get real bonkers, real fast. But it was incredible fun, and I miss them all already.
I can’t believe how long it’s been I’ve seen the Sabres play. I’m READY.