Representin’ at the elevator that didn’t pass inspectin'

CO-IOWANS REPRESENTIN’ IN FRONT OF A GENUINE SEAFARIN’ REHOBOTH BEACH LIGHTHOUSE THAT’S TOTALLY NOT AN OCEANSIDE ROOFTOP PUTT-PUTT GOLF COURSE CHALLENGE, YO

WHAT IS THE POINT OF PROUDLY CELEBRATING THE FACT THAT YOU LANDED EARLY IF YOUR PLANE HAS TO WAIT ON THE TARMAC FOR THE OTHER PLANE AT YOUR GATE TO LEAVE BEFORE YOU PULL UP TO IT AT YOUR PLANNED ON-TIME-NOT-EARLY TIME?

Also: The Lusitania hasn’t sunk and I’m already on the fifth chapter. So I’m cautiously optimistic.

Also: Rogue-Iowan-in-Charlotte REPRESENT! Booyah!

My entire six-day DC/Rehoboth Beach vacation is somehow fitting into these two gym bags

But we all know the real reason I’m posting this photo is to show everyone my gorgeous on-clearance-ten-years-ago rug that I love so much I’m still hesitant to walk on it. Plus to show you that I’ve laid out my IOWA NATIVE T-shirt to wear on the plane to REPRESENT! Plus to give everyone a peek-a-boo look at the underpants I’m going to wear too. Because we all love saying underpants. Plus maybe to brag that I’m starting a six-day DC/Rehoboth Beach vacation tomorrow while you’ll continue to live your mousy-gray-blah lives of quiet desperation. Underpants!