Oh, hello.

There is much Carrisa visit recappage to provide, and I have failed you in that area. I’m attending a marketing conference for the travel industry that is in Portland this year, so there is just no time right now for recappage.

So, I shall leave you with these two stories:

Story the First: We arrive home from our Deschutes Brewery outing. The cat is meowing loudly, yet does not come running. She continues to meow loudly, only it’s her AFRAID meow. We cannot find her. We follow her meows to my bed, only to find out that she was IN MY BOX SPRINGS. She is very fat and I have no idea how she got up there. We had to cut her out with scissors and now she owes me a new mattress set (because it would be silly just to get a new box springs).

Story the Second: We arrive at Isabel’s hotel to pick her up for our lunch date. As we’re walking away from the car, I realize the key fob for my fine European automobile is not locking. Carrisa suggests that I use the power locks from the inside and then shut the door. I do this (STUPIDLY) and then realize that if the key fob is not working, well just how are we going to get IN the car. The key does not work, so we consult with Isabel’s husband (which meant he and I both stared at the car for a while). He then suggested that I stop pressing the button for five minutes. Five minutes is an eternity so we set off in Isabel’s car. When we arrive back, the car opens like magic. There is a photo of this ordeal at Isabel’s site, if you’re interested.

That is all for now.