"leaving on a jet plane"
"ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!"
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I’m home now.
After a teeth-chattering Nashville-to-Houston flight and an interminable layover in Hobby (the highlight of which was taking funny pictures in a Peanuts diorama), we finally managed to make a flight down to the Rio Grande Valley, the not-so-ancestral home.
I spent most of the trip in a blind panic, as I had to check in the bag containing my GameCube, but a cursory inspection shows that it’s still in perfect working condition. The piano at home needs tuning, but the MacGillicuddy is rather enjoying Dad’s new Ibanez guitar.
But I’m beat. I just made my credit card companies very happy with my pre-Christmas shopping spree at Opry Mills and have been on the road for a ridiculous amount of time since Sunday afternoon. Time to crawl back under the pink cabbage roses and eyelet lace of my childhood bed.