I shouldn't be left alone. I have said that before and will continue to say it. When left alone my brain starts to wander. Things that would otherwise seem outlandish or inappropriate start to seem like good ideas. Like making a lawn chair out of snow, putting on my sister's bikini top, a pair of floaties, and a umbrella and convincing a lovely grandparent to venture out into a placid white landscape to photograph a rather odd sight. This last part took far less convincing and explanation than I was prepared to give. My guess is that after 15 or 16 years of dealing with me she simply understood. I think this was the first/last time I was allowed to stay home alone during spring break trips. I don't know if the decision to do this had something to do with the 16 or so mountain dew and pepsi's i had consumed, or perhaps the even pound of Lorna-doone i topped it off with, but to those who think narcotics are mood altering I dare you to take a ride on that roller coaster.