home again. thank god.
you know what i like best about visiting my parents? let me tell ya. there is this little book in the upstairs bathroom, a jack handy book, a deep thoughts book. i love that stupid book. tadpoles is the winner is a good one. the deep thought about why you might not want to take a dog on a trip in the space shuttle is another good one. theres a nice lil ditty about vikings as well that always makes me grin. yep. thats a good thing about going up north. this trip was blissfully uneventful. only one surprise surgery was sprung on me. always good. no one told me someone has emphysema or a collapsed lung or anything. no heartbreaking updates on one of my uncles failing health conditions.... more bonuses. nothing tragic. exhale.... and to add to all that jazz, we went into a chipper lil antique shop with a chipper ole gal behind the counter and found an old chinese abacus and a butt ugly plate from mexico to go in my clown bathroom. hell yeah. good enough for me. oh and heres something i found funny. all of the lil names that i have given to my beloved equal one. yep. they do. dont they. smell that. raspberry my ass will ya.....