March 9, 2008
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“Let’s go home, kids.”
“We are home, Dad.”
“That was fast.”
{The Simpsons}It’s funny how I just CAN NOT wait to get out of town
only to get somewhere, take it all in, and think,
I CAN NOT wait to get home.
Vacations are like that, I suppose. Turns one appreciative.Los Angeles… I have lots to say, but I am exhausted.
This whole Day Lights Savings & crossing two time zones
has taken every good brain cell and sucked it dry.p.s. It was SO ODD to NOT
blog or check email for
A WHOLE WEEK. Whoa…
Comments (4)
Sorry I didn’t recognize you at McDonald’s until it was too late. The lost hour of sleep had it’s toll on me today. I was the one who took your card at the first window.
I took that SO PERSONALLY! I was like, “He didn’t even say HI.”
It’s okay, J. I forgive you. I was too hungry to get sad about it. The fries were calling my name.
@teacher47 - The fires are cruel, evil sirens that call you to eat them… I still can’t resist them, unless I happen to work at the fry station.
I once worked the fry station… once upon a time when we had a Hardees in this town (now BK)… I didn’t eat fries for about a year after that.