10 days. Six people. Nine states. One mini-van. We are home and recuperating. There is a mountain of laundry to do, groceries to buy, work to jump into and a series of epic errand running.

Sigh.

So, I took a few notes during the trip that are still worth mentioning, now that I’m not blogging by phone and can actually edit again.

First, ladies and gents, while I understand the ease of hair removal products such as nair, I strongly suggest that you do not leave them on your girly/boy bits for more than the recommended time. While I realize this is common sense for some, OTHERS may not be quite as street smart as, oh, the rest of the planet. Smoochies!

I saw a back scratching episode taken to the eXtreme. Tee hee.

My boobs get bigger near babies.

I will no longer be a victim… especially to hotel reservation sites. I have learned my lesson.

Friendships and relationships that are complex are tragic (this is where I get a little introspective, so bear with me). Calling someone a BFF (which I tend to carelessly toss around) means that you always have someone who loves you unconditionally. You can really talk about yourself and they won’t hate or judge you. They love you for who you are, not for who they expect you to be or what they can get from you. Even a BFF you’ve not seen for months or years can remind you that you are a fabulous person, and they want to know your good, bad and in between, and they will be the one who says, “you’ll get there,” because they believe in you that much, even if you lost sight of your own desire to “get there.” Somehow, when you’ve lost yourself, they still know who you are, and there is nothing more important than being reminded that despite the steaming pile of shit you are furiously digging your way out from underneath, someone is there to hand you a towel and a martini, once you surface. Therefore, if a relationship isn’t easy and if it doesn’t give you warm fuzzies when you think about the other person, then its not worth it.

I’m done with toxic people.

I want to move to Ohio.

I love babies, and not just because they make my boobs look bigger.

A huge thank you to everyone who kept me us entertained, housed, fed and otherwise helped on the 10 day gallivant. I love you all, even if you don’t make my boobs look bigger.

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