I escaped Hurricane Irene and fled to Baltimore for the weekend.   

Lady cuddled with her sister, Gwynnie.

And then zonked out through the entire hurricane.

We dined post-hurricane on The Chesapeake Bay (which surprisingly didn’t flood).

Because if you’re in Baltimore, crab cakes are a must.

And kept busy at the ice rink during power outages. (Fun fact: my Step-Mom, Diane, skates competitively and I took lessons for most of my childhood).  Fortunately, I managed to not fall and further hurt my poor tailbone.

Then I worked from home and Mom treated me to my favorite at-home breakfast - a crepe-like omelette.  It tastes better than it looks.

A city gal visited a suburban lady for a Connecticut weekend filled with: 

• An evening of extra-dirty martinis on Main Street 
• Another evening of indulgent noshing
• An afternoon of sailing
• One sprained coccyx (tailbone)
• One human form of seasickness
• One dog form of seasickness

I may have a mango-sized bruise on my butt, but it was worth it.