

this morning, after a brief jog through dfw... and a long flight to dc (in the wrong seat, mind you. thanks to tsa's efficiency, a subscriber to "guns & ammo" magazine thought i was going to be a no-show, and stole my seat)... i landed in the nation's capital to a voicemail from little haley mae. and i quote "817. hi, 817 308, call me back. love you. call me back. thanks for painting my nails."
which served as a reminder that my nails are still painted, courtesy of nails by haley. (they were a hit at the office.)