Wi-fi was spotty and Blogger refused to work any harder than I was in Mexico. I'm a tiny bit sad that my nine-year streak was wrecked. On the other hand, this trip was, despite an epically, comically, historically bad flight home (tiny plane with no leg room to begin with, man in front of me reclined his seat until my tray table was jammed into my boobs, family behind us with four kids, one of whom kicked my seat for four hours like it was his job, another of whom was the literal Screaming Baby, only three bathrooms in the back of the plane, which was blocked off with the service cart for most of the flight) such an incredible gift. I have apologized to my husband extensively for doing everything I could not to have to go (although not for mocking the Circle of Excellence thing, I still think that's hilarious).
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Driving Eve Back to Hamilton
11:00 a.m: Eve smooches Lucy a hundred times and Matt once, and we head out. 11:30 a.m: we decide we will only listen to musical soundtrack...

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Welcome home. Last night I was listening to Joni Mitchell's "Dreamland"--"It's a long, long way from Canada/A long way from snow tires"-- and thinking of you. (It's about traveling to the Caribbean, but still...)
That flight sounds terrible. Gah.
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