666

Yesterday was the 6th day, of the 6th month, of the year 2006.
I didn't think much of it, but there was definitely something cosmic going on, and not in a good way.

First, there was the can of flour on the floor incident.

Then, I accidently hung up on the Premier of New Brunswick. Nice. Well, I hung up on the toady calling for him, but still.

Then, to top things off, I lost not only my work keycard, but a co-worker's as well!

Something evil had to be behind it all!

The co-worker's keycard turned up in my purse. Mine however is still AWOL. I'm starting to think maybe the Boy flushed it down the toilet.

I Know I Said "No More Trip Pictures," But...

Look at what I ate for breakfast at Denny's in Bangor when we were headed home.
This is the "Lumberjack Slam..." two eggs, toast, hash browns, ham, bacon, sausage, AND pancakes. I managed to eat a surprising amount of it.
While we were waiting for our food, I spied a picture of a tantalizing chocolate milkshake, and thought, "I'm an adult, I'm on vacation, and I can have a milkshake for breakfast if I want to, damnit!" So I did. And it was gooo-ood!