Sort of. I got home to California yesterday morning at 10:30 a.m. Cali time. I almost didn’t tho. When my traveling buddy Lisa Hughey and I arrived at BWI, at 4 a.m. patiently awaiting our 5:21 a.m. flight to Charlotte (then Charlotte to San Fran) I noticed a teeny weeny itsy bitsy widdle airplane attached to our gangplanky thing!
I immediately stood to take a closer look. Yep. A toy airplane! I swear it had rubber band wind up propellers. Lisa, immediately began to assure me it was a real plane with real engines and a real captain. I sat down and eyed her with what I am sure was the glare of all glares. You see, Lisa booked our flights so we could fly together. I KNOW she did this on purpose, just to torment me. She assured me she did not. I wasn’t buying it.
I debated, seriously on not getting on that Toy R’ Us version of an aircraft. But I did. Only because I had a secret weapon in my wallet. One teeny pill. A pill that would make me not give a flying f@%$! if we dive bombed into the Atlantic. And it’s a good thing, because our captain was singing at the top of his lungs when we boarded. Yup. The when we were all seated he did a stand up routine over the mike. It did not make me feel like we were in serious hands. So, I took a third of the pill right then and there. Having Bozo the clown as the captain was not comforting. By the time we got on the plane to SF, which I do not remember boarding, I didn’t care who the hell was flying the thing.
So, let’s just say, while I have vague memories of smooth sailing, getting my luggage in SFO, the drive home, a quick stop at Mickey D’s (I was dying for a double cheeseburger with special sauce!) a nap when I got home, dinner (thank you pregnant daughter) then awaking at 10:30 this morning, yesterday and last night were a blur.
I did wake up bright eye and bushy tailed, tho. J
I had a great conference. But as always, it’s so good to be home. My one cat, Baby, has not left my side, his much sweeter counterpart, Kitty, has tried to edge in on the love but has been told. My two shih-tzus, CoCo and Zoe, have been love bugs. I’m pretty sure the kids are happy I’m home, I was kind of out of it when they all came in last night. Hubby of course is beside himself with pure unadulterated happiness. Lol, ok maybe not like that but he is very happy I’m home. He always misses me. I miss him too. I think I’m going to drag him along next year to Thriller fest ad Nationals.
I have over 350 new emails to sort through, not to mention the 50+ I left to deal with when I came home. So, I’m going underground for the next couple of days to catch up. If I promised you an email in DC bear with me. I will eventually get to you, but I’m going to take my time.
So, ciao for now, goils!