I am homesick.
Supergirl got her first haircut. (Yes, her first, yes I know she's five and 1/2, shut up)
I have the braid.
My MIL is driving me crazy.
I had better stop right there before I piss someone off. But really, crazy.
I cannot wait to come back to CA - even though I heard that my neighbor's house was trashed from a tree falling directly into it - we missed a few storms, I gather.
I am back at my bro's manse, where there is an ample supply of wireless and wine. And in his chaotic house with his four lovely children, I somehow have more time to myself than I do when at my MIL's somber tomb of a house, where I am the sole entertainment. Or so it appears.
Oh yes, I need to stop. right now. before I piss someone off. But really, I am having the life sucked out of me. And it needs to stop.
So, after one more night of staying up just a little too late and drinking one glass too many, I will head back to the town that rejected pathetic little Sienna Miller's lame apology, pull my shoulders back and DEAL with MIL for another 48 hours until our blessed plane lets us on and takes us back home.
Wish me luck.