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jianantonic) wrote2014-08-12 11:52 pm
jianantonic) wrote2014-08-12 11:52 pm
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Delayed in Denver. Due into pdx at midnight, will probably be after 1 when I get home. Up at 630 for work tomorrow. Fuuuuuck. I didn't take my vitamin supplements on my trip because I figured I'd get plenty of D between camping and a Caribbean cruise. But that appears to have been a poor assumption. I've been super fatigued all week, and I'm absolutely dreading how full my day is tomorrow...I'm going to a craft event after work, about which I am excited, so I don't want to flake, then picking Z up at the airport around 9 or 10. I hope the five hours of sleep I get tonight are extra restful, anyway. I woke up at 7 eastern...Bleh. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
I shouldn't bitch...I've just had two fantastic weeks of vacation. It wasn't all fantastic, but it was largely fun and happy. I'm always depressed post-falcon ridge, too.
We're boarding in a moment and my battery is just about done, but two quick niece stories first.
Bess is learning colors, but so far she only knows the words, and really sucks at matching them to the actual colors. She was wearing a color block dress the other day, and I quizzed her on the colors. She answered "red" for the green, blue, and purple patches. She said the red one was yellow, though. Doh.
Frankie is kind of obsessed with boobs. She always wants to touch them...mine, her mom's, nana's...one night at dinner, she was sitting in my lap, and she reached for my chest and announced to the whole family, "Meg's boobs are humongo!" My brother couldn't handle that, but I thought the whole thing was funny. (They're not humongo.) Time to go. I hope I sleep on the plane.
I think my favorite thing about flying first class is that people assume I'm famous. How else do you explain such a sloppy looking girl traveling by herself in first class? Heh.
I shouldn't bitch...I've just had two fantastic weeks of vacation. It wasn't all fantastic, but it was largely fun and happy. I'm always depressed post-falcon ridge, too.
We're boarding in a moment and my battery is just about done, but two quick niece stories first.
Bess is learning colors, but so far she only knows the words, and really sucks at matching them to the actual colors. She was wearing a color block dress the other day, and I quizzed her on the colors. She answered "red" for the green, blue, and purple patches. She said the red one was yellow, though. Doh.
Frankie is kind of obsessed with boobs. She always wants to touch them...mine, her mom's, nana's...one night at dinner, she was sitting in my lap, and she reached for my chest and announced to the whole family, "Meg's boobs are humongo!" My brother couldn't handle that, but I thought the whole thing was funny. (They're not humongo.) Time to go. I hope I sleep on the plane.
I think my favorite thing about flying first class is that people assume I'm famous. How else do you explain such a sloppy looking girl traveling by herself in first class? Heh.