Guess who's back in town
BING! We are back at home.
B's ankle lost most of its swelling and he was able to drive the motorcycle home. Which is a good thing, because he really didn't want to leave it parked at my parents', and I really didn't want to drag it behind my Neon for 600 miles.
The dog had a blast, what with all the grass and horse toenail clippings to eat, and birds and dogs and bugs and cats to chase.
Since we have been home, Lacey has been catching up on all the sleep she lost while experiencing the great outdoors without fences or leashes. I don't expect her to join the waking world for at least three more days.
Meanwhile, B and I will be recuperating from our foray into The Land Of Relatives. We don't have to be back at work until Monday.
I will use that time to catch up on some of my blogs (until I say SUCK IT and mark all of them as read), plant my garden, paint my toenails, and see what kind of trouble I can get into. I am still on vacation.
