home again, home again…
jiggity jig.
Mom says she watched our plane on the flight tracker and we went through some storms, which would explain the horrid turbulence. I was scared during some of it and just wanted to be on the ground!
By the way, I never see people puke at airports but on the way to my parents I saw a little girl, then on the way home I went to throw my gum in a garbage can and a woman went there right in front of me and leaned over. That one I didn't actually see, since I immediately changed direction for another garbage can.
Anyway. Home. And I'm an hour off, my ears are still a little plugged, so beddy bye for me.
I'll try to get some photos sorted tomrrow after work.