Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm

I already have shin splints from walking all over Capitol Hill looking for coffee.

It’s a fucking workout just to get my morning buzz. I forgot that minute detail about city life. The exercise is totally OK though, because in order to get a ride to the airport from my friend, Jeff, I had to agree to run a 5k with him.

I obviously hate him, and won’t be calling him for a ride home. I’ll splurge and take a cab, otherwise I may get stuck competing in the Ironman Triathlon.

In other news, I think I saw some cherry blossoms on my walk:

This will make my mother VERY happy since she thought that was the reason for my spring trip. Yeah I love pink, but I’m here for the free wine.

Speaking of which, I’m going to drink some and take a nap. I’m on vacation, that’s what you are SUPPOSED TO DO!

Today is the first day of spring break. THANK GOD! I’m leaving for D.C. Monday morning. I can’t wait! I started planning the trip out last night.

So far I’ve packed:

two pairs of pajamas

fiber pills

Which works perfectly since the only things on my agenda thus far are:

sleep

nap

sleep

I know I should visit at least a couple war memorials, but that’s just so depressing. I don’t want to be depressed on spring break. I want to be sleeping. Or drunk. But not too drunk, I don’t want to be the old lady who dances atop bar tables. Unless I’m being paid for it.

I definitely want to check out Eastern Market and hopefully find some thrift stores to scour. Are any of you from the D.C. area and can offer advice on where to go? Thrift stores and otherwise? Mama needs some new/old Pyrex bowls. Rose is very lonely.

As you know I was OBSESSED with seeing the International Spy Museum while I was on my vacation, so it’s no surprise my column this week is about just that.  Here it is: “That’s What She Said”.

I’m going to post about my trip soon, I promise. But right now I’m very busy catching up on emails, snuggling my dog, and trying to forget the horror that was flying Southwest. There was baby barf involved. Baby barf, people, ON MY LEG!

Until I get some time to post pictures and stories of my adventures, I will leave you with yet another to hate RLO: as soon as I arrived home he emailed me a picture of a letter he received in the mail addressed to “RLO & Michelle.” When the cat is away, the mouse will play.

AND FAKE A MARRIAGE!

It’s cute that he thinks a marriage would stop me from taking over his life again now that I’m home. Silly, silly boy.