And, then there is "Reality"

Wow, it is so hard to come home after a week away, especially when you spent that week doing nothing except relax! At least I didn't come home to snow - that would've been awful! I hate, and I mean hate, flying into Chicago in the Spring. It was the bumpiest ride ever. That much turbulence makes all the stress that went away came back in one fell swoop!

As the flight attendants are telling everyone to sit down and buckle up, and do not under any circumstances hit your call button unless it is a medical emergency, and the Captain comes on and asks the flight attendants to sit and secure themselves - the call button goes off and then they are asking if there is a nurse or doctor aboard. Okay - I want off this flight NOW! Don't know what happened, but the EMT's came aboard when we landed and got the poor lady off the plane. By that time, I felt I needed help off the plane as well! A big thank you to my personal angels for helping me keep my sanity!

So here I am, back in the windy city, laundry piled high and I mean really high because no one did laundry while I was gone - because that's "reality"!

A big thank you to Sue and Jess for a great time of sisterly bonding - it was fun!








Our bungalow for a week!