Look who was at the airport to meet us last night!
They were so happy. So were we. Owen said, "Mer, don't go away for two weeks ever again."
I could not make that promise but if I do ever go away for two weeks again, it won't be for awhile.
This child is talking up a storm. Not always English, but his hand gestures make everything completely clear.
We didn't get home until about midnight, exhausted, culture-shocked, and red-eyed.
The good news is that all of the animals are still alive.
The bad news, of course, is that all of the animals are still alive including Buster and Dolly and I started off my day cleaning up pee and poop.
Then I called Animal Aid to get an appointment for poor Maurice to get her "procedure" done on Monday. Tom cats are coming out of the woods everywhere and she is a nervous wreck.
Instead of blue and green and teal and turquoise and green water I am looking at green, green, green. Man, we live in a verdant area.
Instead of Sergio asking what we want for breakfast I HAD TO MAKE OATMEAL!
Jesus. No huevos Veracruzana, no huevos rancheros, no huevos con tortillas, no fruta y yogurt.
The baby chickens have grown up so much and are now 3/4 sized full-grown. I let them out of the coop and they beat it past Elvis and the sister-wives and I have no idea where they've gone but somewhere.
The laundry is going, the magnolias are blooming, it's overcast and not too hot and all-in-all, it is good to be back. I shall be going to Publix, doing laundry all day, mopping with vinegar and Fabuloso, getting myself back into this good life of mine.
I'm glad we went away, I'm glad to be back.
But damn, where IS Sergio? Mr. Moon just reported that the bottle of rum we brought back spilled into his suitcase. And that it was made in Cuba. Say what?
Anyway, we're back.
I hope all is well in your world, wherever that may be.
Happy Friday, y'all.