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I'm Back!!!!!!!!

I am back.

It took us about 14 hours to get home. The children did remarkably well. So did Tanner (My cocker spaniel who has been boarding at my dad's house). I would have to say the last 20 or 30 minutes was the worst. Tanner was in desperate need of a bath, so the car smelled like stinky ass dog all the way home. I can deal with that. He gets an upset tummy when he is nervous, so add dog farts on top. Still not too bad. Then, 20 minutes away from home, Ethan takes a ginormous shit. Okay, we are almost there. Hang on baby. Oh, but wait.....we get stopped at the gate for a random search. I can tell you this, it was the shortest search ever in the history of searches. I think once those poor guys got a whiff of our car, they knew we were carrying nothing but shit, farts, and a dog needing a bath. By the time we got to the house, Ethan's crap had migrated up his back and all over his carseat. Goodie, Goodie!!!!!

Being with my family was great. I do regret that I did not get to see some of my closest friends (Pat, Terry, Becky). There just wasn't time. I am thrilled to have had the chance to spend so much time with my brother and his family before they headed off to Hawaii for three years.

I have some good pictures to post, but that will have to be a little later today. Oh, and I can't wait to tell you what I came home to!!!!

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