Me, my mom, my brother, and my dad, summer 1971. My mom sewed my outfit, including the bonnet. Or so they tell me.
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Successfully returned to the Witchnest today, with no travel fail whatsoever–indeed, the whole experience culminated with not only Super Duper Extra Ultimate Rockstar Parking right out front, but the same space was still free upon returning from the grocery store a few hours later. (Well, it helps that the space is only a few inches larger than the Witchmobile–but that’s why I bought a Miata in the first place, isn’t it?)
Shortly after I got home, Mom and Stepdad came by with Auntie, visited a bit, and then left us to our own devices. Which, yes, involved wine; why do you ask? Soon she will be making another famously delicious Italian dinner. Om nom nom.
It may have been the wine, or it may have been the several nights of sleepfail and rising this morning at 4am for my flight, but I believe I actually napped this afternoon.
I miss Jay and Shelly Rae, but I am such a nester, I am delighted to be home. And I VERY much look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight, and returning to the yoga studio tomorrow. I can’t help it. I like home. :/