Airplane, schmairplane. My babies were the bomb-diggity-bombs of the air. Oh...maybe I shouldn't use the word "bomb" in airplane talk. My kids were nifty swell in the flying machines. Other than Juliet talking my ever-lovin' ear off for hours on end. Charlie chose to sit by himself so he would talk his elderly seat-mates' ears off. A good time was had by all.

We've been in Texas over 48 hours now. In case you weren't aware, we're not really here to see family and friends. We're too shallow for such nonsense. The true purpose of this trip is evidenced by the following list:

bbq brisket - coming up for dinner
carne guisada - not check
Big Red - check
chorizo and egg taco - not check
sausage and cheese kolache - check
Sonic food - coming up (also had Sonic in Spokane, but didn't count...not in Texas)
my favorite salad from the I-talians in the North Star mall - not check
favorite greasy chinese food from the east siiiiddde - not till Will gets here


I have soooo much to do. So if, when you see me, I not as utterly svelte and cute as you remember me, keep it to yourself. Or don't. I don't care. I've got a whole Idaho winter of my home cookin' to lose my Texas pounds.

And hopefully I won't have a heart attack before my Idaho winter arrives.

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