Yo yo friendly blog readers of the North, South, East, and West… and that one earthworm from Antarctica. I finally landed on the ole home turf realllllllyyyyyy early Thursdee morning thanks to a fantastic rain delayed plane. FANTASTIC! I bet Oprah never gets delayed. She just has to pay someone to make the rain stop and then sends Stedman to lay the hit on them if they don’t obey.
I seem to have a lot of thoughts floating around in this old noggin of mine, but most of them aren’t making sense and certainly none of them are doing anything to help me form coherent sentences. How now brown cow! The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Etc., etc., etc. A pat on the back or a slap upside the back of the head to anyone who can tell me which movie that last phrase was said in.
Meanwhile… back in the land of this blog, I met Oprah!!!!!! LOL… gotcha! I did see a magazine in the airport with her face on it. It don’t matter that it was her magazine… the point is I saw her!
Vacation is great… but when it comes down to it all… Dorothy was right… there ain’t no place like home… unless you live in a sewage plant and/or next to a sulfur burning plant. I’m glad to be back so I can get back into a less hoggy eating routine and maybe do less sitting on my aspercreme. Next week, I plan to tell all about my adventures (Hey… you in the back row… wake up!!) and/or bore you to death so that you decide to take up parcheesi. So, until then let me sort through my 8 billion blurry pictures and 5 million incoherent thoughts. You all have a grand-tastic weekend.
PS – This Sundee is my 25th birthdee (:P) STOP IT, Birth certificate… lying all of these years. I plan on eating my weight in ice chips… so expect me to have frozen off the bane of my existence come Monday!