If I never fly through Atlanta again it will be much too soon. Oh, and that 8 AM flight from Orlando to Atlanta? We were the people with the screaming baby on that flight. If you were on it and she bothered you, sorry. Though if your ears were as painful as hers and mine, I can’t imagine that you could hear her anyway.
The dogs are happy to see us, we’re happy to be home, and I’m ready for a vacation. What’s that? Tomorrow is Monday and Denis needs to go to work while I try to get Carrie back into a somewhat normal routine? Ugh.