Typing Windiness looks weird as does windy-ness.
How about windfull?
Yep, still weird and totally wrong.
The Coach and I spent a lovely weekend in Chicago with another couple; was a delightful getaway.
One of my favorite things about Chicago is all the plant life on the busy streets. Beds of flowers, hanging baskets. It’s as if they knew I was coming.
|Spitting in public is generally frowned upon. But on a hot day in Millennium park, people line up to be spit upon.|
|How about some verticalness for your visual pleasure.|
|I was digging these birdies dining on corn that was growing in Millennium park. Not a scarecrow in sight.|
|Did I ever tell you I love the coach? Well I do.|
|The bean. It must be seen from afar as well as upclose. Too cool for school.|
We ate. We walked. We ate. We drank. We ate and drank. We walked. We ate and drank and laughed and walked.
This was the first time I’ve visited this city and I’ve not shopped. Never mind the fact that I walked up and down Michigan Avenue countless times over the weekend.
I feel as though I deserve something for this great accomplishment; perhaps a certificate of achievement or a smallish plaque?
A star in my name?