Yellow Flag

Yes, you read it right: that last post has a 3:34am time stamp on it. The night before my big trip, I wake up in the middle of the night. Dammit. That never happens to me. Nerves? Or perhaps lamb saag gone horribly wrong? Either way, I'm taking it as a sign as crystal clear as this recent FAIL Blog post:


Go. Stay. Go. Stay. That's pretty much how I'm feeling right now. But the clothes are in the washer, and it's time to pack, so I best pull it together, take a quick nap, and get this show on the road. If I don't, expect the next post to look a little more like this, wig and all:


(Special thanks to Kevin Perry and his Georgia Tech MBA small team for introducing me to FAIL Blog. You all have done me wonderful, irrevocable damage.)