Okay!

So, my flight out to SoCal sucked donkey balls.  Suffice it to say that everything was delayed by a million years, and I was almost two hours late getting into LAX.  When I did, finally, get to my destination, I didn't see my dad anywhere, so I was frantic to get my bags and get outside, in the hopes that he would be waiting for me.

I spotted my bag, and chased it around the carousel, and politely said, "Excuse me," several times to people that were nearby, so I could squeeze in and grab it before it went around again.

It was a heavy-ass bag, but I managed to get it and started pulling it off the carousel when this guy, literally, pushed me.

UM.  WHAT THE HELL.

So I yelled very bad words in his face (dude, it was a loooooooong flight), and told him not to touch me again, and thought to myself, "Welcome to L.A., self!"

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I've *so* wanted to blog....

For, like, the past 3 days, but I haven't had a chance.  There's so much to tell -- including (but not limited to) getting pushed around at the airport, and my awesome experience taking a cat on the plane with me.  Yes, as in ON the plane.  Like, stowed under the seat in front of me.  And, oh yes, there is poo involved.

I have to make dinner now, though, so I can't tell you all my wonderful stories.

Yet.

But oh, I SO WILL. 

So, I'm coming home.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.  I've had a good visit, but I'm SO.  READY.  TO GO HOME.

I miss  my husband, and my kids, and sleeping in my own bed.

I even miss the dirty dishes and the laundry and the (gasp!) stinkin' cats.

Pictures, etc., to follow, as soon as I get settled in, and get back to making a mess in the comfort of my own home.