Where have I been all your lives? Well, I have been sort of busy. First with deciding that we were going to go see all the oldsters and the cousins, aunts and uncles and friends for Thanksgiving. In Hell. Then there was the rush of preparing and shopping. Then there was the quickly cleaning and packing for the trip. Then there was all the driving of the van up the road. Then there was Hell. Then there was all the driving back down the road. Lots of cold catching and freezing tatas and booties and baby puke in the van and general hellishness that IS going to Hell for the holidays. We did take a day of the trip up and a day of the trip back to goof off in the mountains which made enduring everything okay. And I was glad to have gotten to see the people we did and felt kinda shitty about not seeing enough of the people we should have. Everyone was just so sick and whiney and miserable and tired of riding and tired of listening to themselves and each other being sick and whiney and miserable. So anyway, I did not flip completely out up there, only half. I lived. I am home. I appreciate my life even more now that I had to leave the comfort of it for awhile. Florida is warm and sunny and green all the time. I am going to buy a boat not an RV. This is my home despite the fact that I had to chase a lizard who was hiding in our bathroom within the first five minutes of our arrival back. I was meant to be surrounded in balmy sunshine and smell like tanning oil. I can't wait to go to the beach.

Posted by gwendolyn on November 24, 2001 at 10:45 PM