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Vacation Recap

It was nice not having to drag my ass out of bed at 6 something this morning. Unfortunately, I started taking too much liberty with the time I had and rushed out the door at about 10 AM. Mind you, my flight leaves at 11:55. For some reason I was under the impression it would take me about 45 minutes to get to the airport. Well, it didn't. It's not like I ran into traffic or anything either. Whatever.

I tried to check my behometh bags outside, but the computer did not let the guy. Apparently I had just missed the 30 minute check in deadline or some shit like that. I went inside and the woman tried to guilt trip me, telling me I might not be able to make the flight. Give me a break. So, I made it on, but my bags did not.

It's a little disappointing when I get off the plane and I don't see Jim in the waiting area. Last time I came into Reagan he met me at baggage claim, so I went down there. He looked so cute, standing there, waiting for me. He was a little disappointed that I was not more responsible, trying to get to the airport on time. In fact, I had seen him online before I left, and he was worried about me making my flight. Of course, the be it all that I am, I pooh pooh'd him. I really hate waiting around in the airport though...that's my defense.

We went to On the Border for lunch and it was marvelous. Yummy enchiladas. I was a little disappointed by the weather though. It wasn't that much better there than it was up in MA. Brrrrrrrr!

Note to self from dinner: Snickers shakes...not a good idea. (too many nuts!!)

PS When we got to his house, I noticed that Amy had bought a scale. Having denied myself this opportunity for years, I could not help but hop on. How addicting those numbers could be. However, I was happy to see that I had made some progress in my weight loss venture. I mean, hell, I knew I had...since, well, I can fit into some of my older clothes. However, looking at the numbers on the scale seemed to provide some sort of more definitive proof. Scales are still evil though.

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