And Scotland sort of yelled and pointed. I've just returned from a fantastic vacation to the UK, I've taken tons of pictures, and I'm feeling frisky enough to try a photo journal. To the tune of one photo per day, accompanied by a little story. Sound good? Too bad! Let's get started.

Dear Internets,

I had great hair today.

You're welcome.

Yours in humility,

Gasoline Hobo

The girl for me likes making big breakfasts more than she likes eating big breakfasts. Which works out perfectly, because I'd rather eat a big breakfast than make one.

If you listen very closely, and have your ear close to the ground, you can hear the grass unfolding in the sun. It makes a crackling sound. Like rice krispies.

I kinda like making lists, so here's another one that's making the rounds on the interwebs. Those of you who are already afraid of being tagged have EXCELLENT REASONS. Make sure you read all the way down to the bottom. You know who you are.

7 things to do before I die:

1. Make friends with a walrus
2. Learn to yodel (not like Jewel)
3. Grow a tail
4. Whittle a Telly Savalas action figure
5. Cover a Skid Row song
6. Vote in a Swiss election
7. Molest a raccoon

7 things I cannot do:

1. The macarena (by choice)