I had the best weekend in Texas with
evaporated celebrating her birthday. Everything was perfect - the weather, the relaxation, the CAKE, the relaxing, the donuts, the sunshine, snuggling with Cole... but alas, I had to return to the frozen northland.
Although I'm always glad to come home to Ed and the puppies, I'm usually in a bit of a funk the first few days that I'm home. That's about the only downfall of taking a really great trip away from home.
Do I really have to work tomorrow? And does it really, really have to snow again tomorrow?
I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.