There is definitely no place like home, and no place at all as comfortable as my bed. It is so, so nice to be back in my own space. Not that Husband's family weren't lovely to me during the reunion (they were) and not that I didn't enjoy myself most of the time (I did) but as I suspected, it was NOT the same as a vacation and I got very little sleep and it was exhausting crying all the time, so no, it was not a vacation.
But it was nice to see the family and they put up with all the crying, so all in all, not a bad trip. Except for the man on the second flight who kept stretching into my space and I had to keep shoving his knee over. Big jerk. But we arrived home safely and now I am in my bed and I don't want to get out of it, ever.
Today, this woman is having a worse day than me.
Kermit is for singing, and talking to, and cracking jokes with. He is most definitely not for wearing. And she forgot her shirt. So as skinny as she is, people will still laugh at her creepy and ridiculous jacket. So thank you, Kermit model, for reminding me how nice it is to have a good sense of fashion.
But it was nice to see the family and they put up with all the crying, so all in all, not a bad trip. Except for the man on the second flight who kept stretching into my space and I had to keep shoving his knee over. Big jerk. But we arrived home safely and now I am in my bed and I don't want to get out of it, ever.
Today, this woman is having a worse day than me.
Kermit is for singing, and talking to, and cracking jokes with. He is most definitely not for wearing. And she forgot her shirt. So as skinny as she is, people will still laugh at her creepy and ridiculous jacket. So thank you, Kermit model, for reminding me how nice it is to have a good sense of fashion.
It's not easy being green...
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Artemis