Cross country red-eye flights are not fun. Really-not-fun. Baby Gonzo slept like a baby. I slept like a Jessica on an airplane. I don't sleep on airplanes. Never have. Don't know why I thought this time would be different.
I had no idea I could be this tired. Delusional. Went to Ikea for meatballs after getting off the plane. Surreal.
Preacher had a HUGE magnificent surprise for me when I got home though. I have a real bedroom. A pretty bedroom. Walls painted, custom artwork, coordinating furniture and new light fixtures. It looks like an episode of "While You were Out" descended upon my bedroom. It is beautiful. I will need to upload photos. Such a great present. And the fugly wallpaper was stripped from the stairwell - and it was so fugly there was no way anything retro could be seen in it. It was basking in fugliness. And now it is stripped and ready to take on a new life.
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Wow! Awesome! Do you rent him out?
For re-decorating, nothing else, I promise.
Well, looks like that is a good reason to come see you guys sometime in July or August (unless gas is like $10 a gallon by then),
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