Smelly plane ride home

The flight back home is never as smooth sailing as the flight to your destination ... at least that's how it goes for me. 

The bathroom was emitting the good 'ole porta-potty smell. The smell burned my nose hairs. Then about an hour left in the flight, the teenager behind me threw up. That's also a yummy, memorable smell. 

But all-in-all my suitcase wasn't lost, my apartment was still intact and I slept pretty good last night after getting in at 11:30 p.m. 

I just finished going through about 150+ emails, and am working on my second cup of coffee. 

I'm feeling refreshed, which is good, because yesterday I was whining about leaving. I just wasn't ready to come back. It's always hard leaving family. 

I had a wonderful trip — from seeing Dana and Erik's new house to getting my back burnt at the pool. :-)

Everyone here says I'm so tan and my hair is so blonde. I told them Hot-Lanta treated me well, though my hair is a little bit too blonde to my liking. I forgot to bring my camera, so pictures from the trip are going to have to wait till tomorrow. 

Happy Monday....