Aw, home again. There was some obnoxious baby on the plane that decided to wail the entire time. Apparently his mommy thought it was cute. I hope mommy thinks it's cute when Junior grows up to be a serial killer with a chenille fetish. I do so love home. The lilacs are blooming, the parents are joking and the dog is...afraid of absolutely everything I also love my friends. My violent, violent friends. And since certain people read this blog I will just say that those football teams were really unfair. And now I'm going to get food. Because it's right downstairs. Hee. That makes me so happy.