I Am Red

It was back to the office today. On Monday, Nancy and I returned from sunny Florida and a great trip with a few bumps. Mainly, our hotel and some traffic delays cost us time, money, and unnecessary frustration. But beyond that junk - we met the Mouse, we flew to space, the glass slipper girl accused me of being prince charming, and we beat everyone to the finish line at the Ironman Triathlon.

Oh, and we made sure to enjoy a grotto. No, not a grotto like the Playboy mansion - a PG-rated version that wrapped around a hotel. You may not believe me, but no golf or Dunkin Donuts coffee was had - but all in all, it was worth every penny - except for the plane ride back to this frozen hellhole.