If anybody actually reads this I am home. I almost grabbed onto the last palm tree I saw and refused to check into Westjet for the flight, but alas my time and pocket book were both running out so I had to come back. sigh.
Not much to write. Friends to see - gifts to distribute and jet lag to get over. I need to stop saying Aloha and Mahalo, and begrudgingly remove the flip flops and actually wear underpants again. Seriously - I packed 8 pairs of underpants and only wore one on the flight there and one on the flight back...usually I don't have enough and have to do laundry. I loved living in assorted bathing suits and dresses. Bra and under panties just don't cut it.
First and foremost a visit from the parental units to bestow them with chocolate covered macadamia nuts,
tacky t-shirts and coconut monkeys.
Second of all I have already been to the Italian supermarket, and making a killer batch of baked ziti and Italian sausage for dinner. Need some home made comfort food stat. Too much island pineapple.
Anyone care to join me? I may decide to go commando!
C.
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