Rendezvous

I'm on a little Valentine's Day rendezvous with my Taxman. It only sounds seedy, he's really my husband...that Taxman (for those of you who wondered ;). So I flew from bitter cold Chicago this afternoon to almost-as-bitter cold, Houston, Texas. They do everything big in Texas, including their extreme cold apparently. But it's okay because I'm on a rendezvous. Isn't that a funny word?

Off to more rendezvousing. See you all tomorrow.

I was honored to see this today on the journal of a sweet blipper with a broken arm. How utterly nice of her.