Back to the grind

There's just something that's psychologically worse driving 21 straight hours back from a vacation rather than to a vacation. Something about the thought of ten pounds of kitty litter waiting for you instead of happy family times waiting for you.

Nevertheless, the trip home went as smoothly as could be expected. We listened to a lot of NPR podcasts, ate a lot of unhealthy food, and at one point Max said: "Your eyes are fat." Yes, that many hours in the car can make you loopy!

Well, the housecleaning and the unpacking is calling my name, so I'd better go take care of that. Fun, huh?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Miss you already...

SharleneT said...

Well, that's what happens to nation-trotting, wild-living, grandparents who can't stay home! Eyes got bigger? Hmmm.... interesting... I'm sure the cats will love the change... Come visit when you can...

Maranda said...

I felt like our drive home went a lot faster than the drive there.

LOL!!! Your eyes are fat. Hahahahaha!!!!

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