Yes, I have found my superpower!

My superpower is getting lost! I took my gal pal, Lisa to the airport this lovely morning and ended up in Gresham. Yes, Gresham.

So there you have it folks! My superpower...

What I wouldnt give to have x-ray vision...

It's Friday.

OH!! By the by, if you ever have wondered what Gresham is like, I shall tell you. It's EXACTLY like Beaverton. But ghetto. And it has a sign that says you've entered Gresham. It's metal I believe and has shooting stars on it. I think it is supposed to be "arty." Alls I know, however, is that it is sure fun to swear at. "Gresham!" I said, "how the #%&* did we get to bloody Gresham?! I mean, *!#@!!!!"

Luckily enough my gal pal and I were extremely tired and found the entire situation quite hillarious. And then we had a very deep conversation about what a crap name "Troutdale" is for a town. And then we giggled some more. And eventually (by no fault of mine, believe me) found the airport. On the way back home I went to Troutdale. I giggled by myself. And then came back to Portland. And then I sighed, again, by myself. Then I took a shower and came to work. And here I am. ::sigh:: (by myself).