There’s no place like home…
I’m back. For those of you who weren’t following along, I was in Daytona Beach last week for the day job. It wasn’t much fun. In fact, I didn’t even get out on the beach. It rained. Now, it didn’t rain ALL the time. No. It only rained when we weren’t working. Niiiiiiice. All sunny and beachy from 8-5 (with a few scattered showers), rainy and non-beachy from 5-10, more or less.
In the interest of full disclosure, there were a few odd moments of beach-ness. I just didn’t take advantage of them.
I came back with t-shirts for Munchkin and DH, and came home to find that the upstairs toilet had decided to take a vacation. Fortunately for me, DH is handy like that and has fixed it.
In any case, I can’t say I got that much done, and I definitely didn’t have any major partying going on. Oh, well. I did, however, get yet ANOTHER story idea. Go figure.
