We're home. We're tired, filthy and I'm wearing a silly too-small t-shirt that I bought in LA when I could not take it anymore after 18 hours in a white shirt that showed the signs of every meal the boys ate and we're home.
The remaining factor is in the fridge, Mary Jr met us at the door with a smiling face and hugs (the best part of the trip, I thought), the boys are washed and fed and the Man is reading them stories and please please please please they will sleep a little.
We haven't seen a bed in 30 hours - time to clean up, rest and recover. Until the kids wake up, jet lagged, of course!
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I am shocked! A white t-shirt for a 30-hour trip?
Welcome back! You deserve a medal.
Welcome home!
:sigh:
The lure of one's own bed...pure heaven!
welcome home, o brave one!
Welcome back. I've really enjoyed your posts and the recipes. Whenever I fly long trips I'm always amazed at how hard it is to not lie down for hours on end. I can't imagine 30 hours.
When you have tons of tomatoes from my garden I make puree and then I use my food dryer to dessicate them. That way I have fresh tomatoes all winter.
Sleep tight.
welcome home! put your feet up, sip on a cup of tea and veg out!
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