After spending two very long days in one airport or another, I'm home (as in Santa Horhe). In approximately 12 hours I have a doctor appointment and after that I'll be going... yep. Back to the airport to fly northward. I am so ready do be done with flying. You have no idea. But, at least I can say I've been to Georgia and Texas now, eh?
The best things about being home:
Did I mention my bed?
*When I was in Virginia, I could hardly breathe due to the humidity. Seriously, it caused me great pain to take air into my body. It felt like something was crushing my lungs so that they couldn't expand and it was awful.
**I mean, it's not like I was eating plastic food or anything, it's just that I wasn't getting much in the way of home cooked meals, ya know? Granted, the Grandmother is a pretty good cook. We just weren't around the house much to eat meals there.
***As opposed to that nasty travel-size tube I took with me that was that nasty "original paste" flavor. Yuck!
Let there be no doubt that I am my father's daughter:
Tourettes* is a family trait. My dad, my uncle, and myself all do it.
I tend to pronounce a lot of things with the same "accent" as my relatives on that side of the family.**
I look like one of Them (see next two items)
My hair has the same curl, length, and color as my uncle's***
I have the same eyes as the Grandmother and two of my dad's brothers.
*I suspect some of my readers may be in the dark about this one. We don't actually know what it is that we do or why we do it, we just... do. It's like a hiccup, only not. You'd have to hear it.
**Don't ask me exactly what words/phrases I pronounce with an accent, just accept that I do and that it's a different from the Mother's side of my family.