2. When I was in Maine, I finally, finally met Candace in person, as well as her yorkie baby. Murphy is easily half the size of Napoleon and twice as sweet. I tried to take him home in my handbag, but it turns out my house doesn't have sweeping vistas of the cape or my own beach, so he was having none of that. It has inspired me to start collecting yorkies and fine yorkie art, however.
3. Another travel shot, this time from my terrible wasted hours spent at the Philadelphia airport. This is pretty funny, though. The love for Pope Francis follows him, I suppose.