Dorothy got it right on. Staying in a well-kept, spacious home. Lounging around with sisters. Pedicures with Pam. Home-cooked meals. Late night chat-fests with girlfriends. There really is no place like home. I wish I could click my bejeweled ruby stiletto heels about once a month.
4 comments:
I wish too.
But at least I have your blog.
Finally, you're back!
I'm happy you had a wonderful trip here, and I agree with Dorothy too.
there is no place like the home we grew up in! but after awhile my own space feels just right - and there's no place like it either.
Aww...I love this entry. I forget that it's your first year away from home still. When I moved to SF I did go home about every month, thanks to Southwest Airlines. NYC is a little further (and a lot pricier) to make it home to the funship.
Pam, Mark, Famous, the "Anderson Market" the blue screen, and the view from the breakfast nook are good for the soul.
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