I'm back. It's not too exciting.
Woo hoo.
So after Vanessa and Teysha left the airport, I was of course trying to keep calm, find my gate, sit down, maybe eat something. I, of course, had never been in an airport by myself before so I was trying to be like a watch, even though I didn't have one. I got milk and a maple bar from Tully's, but only after finding my gate. That would suck if I got breakfast first and then didn't find it. So then I bought ElleGirl magazine and I mostly just read that on the plane. Oh, I saw Fever Pitch. What a nice, nice movie. And right across the aisle from me was this not-unattractive guy, so I stole glances at him while pretending I was trying to look out the other window. Goodness, I am a glance-whore. But I'm not alone with this title.
The minute I saw my grandmother at the Cincinatti airport, she said, "Hi Michelle, I've missed you! My goodness, Michelle, your hair is too dry. It was the climate, I bet." A simple "I missed you" would have sufficed. Then when I said I was hungry because I hadn't had much of a breakfast, she immediately said, "Of course, you just forgot! You know, it seems like you've lost weight. You have terrible eating habits, Michelle." A bit irritated after this remark, I went to the Baggage Claim in search of my bag and upon its arrival my grandmother, ever straightforward, exclaimed, "My, my! You brought THAT suitcase! It's so big! Pack light, that's what I always say!" Of course, exhausted Michelle said nothing, because everyone who knows my grandmother knows there's no use talking her out of ANYTHING. After we got in the car to drive the hour and a half from Cincinatti to Lexington, we stopped at KFC and I proceeded to eat a large box of Popcorn Chicken.
When I got home, I was greeted by my other grandmother, her sister's grandson and my sisters. I proceeded to watch The Golden Girls twice and The Nanny a couple times as well. Oh, and I talked to Teysha and drank a Sprite. All in all, I was feeling pretty crummy because I seemed to have caught the sniffles on the plane, plus I was as tired as a camel who had to gallop across the Western Sahara.
Oh, in addition, it was 80 degrees and raining profusely.
What a good homecoming.
Wait, let's rephrase this: What a good arrival to the place where I live. There. That's better.
So after Vanessa and Teysha left the airport, I was of course trying to keep calm, find my gate, sit down, maybe eat something. I, of course, had never been in an airport by myself before so I was trying to be like a watch, even though I didn't have one. I got milk and a maple bar from Tully's, but only after finding my gate. That would suck if I got breakfast first and then didn't find it. So then I bought ElleGirl magazine and I mostly just read that on the plane. Oh, I saw Fever Pitch. What a nice, nice movie. And right across the aisle from me was this not-unattractive guy, so I stole glances at him while pretending I was trying to look out the other window. Goodness, I am a glance-whore. But I'm not alone with this title.
The minute I saw my grandmother at the Cincinatti airport, she said, "Hi Michelle, I've missed you! My goodness, Michelle, your hair is too dry. It was the climate, I bet." A simple "I missed you" would have sufficed. Then when I said I was hungry because I hadn't had much of a breakfast, she immediately said, "Of course, you just forgot! You know, it seems like you've lost weight. You have terrible eating habits, Michelle." A bit irritated after this remark, I went to the Baggage Claim in search of my bag and upon its arrival my grandmother, ever straightforward, exclaimed, "My, my! You brought THAT suitcase! It's so big! Pack light, that's what I always say!" Of course, exhausted Michelle said nothing, because everyone who knows my grandmother knows there's no use talking her out of ANYTHING. After we got in the car to drive the hour and a half from Cincinatti to Lexington, we stopped at KFC and I proceeded to eat a large box of Popcorn Chicken.
When I got home, I was greeted by my other grandmother, her sister's grandson and my sisters. I proceeded to watch The Golden Girls twice and The Nanny a couple times as well. Oh, and I talked to Teysha and drank a Sprite. All in all, I was feeling pretty crummy because I seemed to have caught the sniffles on the plane, plus I was as tired as a camel who had to gallop across the Western Sahara.
Oh, in addition, it was 80 degrees and raining profusely.
What a good homecoming.
Wait, let's rephrase this: What a good arrival to the place where I live. There. That's better.