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No camera. This sucks so badly. Packed, snarled at everyone, took a shower, took them for a last Nutty Banana ice cream, took pictures with Vic (with the kids' disposables) and the general anxiety continues. At least until US customs. We won't be home at the very least until well past midnight.
One last lunch together at St. Thomas airport, a hug and we're just alone again, just us, together. With lots of junky snacks, and new earrings ("yes, it's you - a little rowdy, a little loud, a little gypsy - very glamorous") and one more drink on the plane, just so that it counts as still a vacation day.
One last lunch together at St. Thomas airport, a hug and we're just alone again, just us, together. With lots of junky snacks, and new earrings ("yes, it's you - a little rowdy, a little loud, a little gypsy - very glamorous") and one more drink on the plane, just so that it counts as still a vacation day.