Just got home from a 2 1/2 day trip but what one of us mentioned felt like a 6-day trip.  It’s true.  We seemed to spend all our time in the car waiting in traffic or in airports waiting for planes.

Then, on our 25 minute “taxi-ing” out to the runway for take-off at JFK airport en route to Buffalo, I finally turned around to Lawyerboy and CoD and asked them if they thought we might just be driving all the way home in the damned plane!  Jeez.

Two of my most memorable parts of the quick trip were

1) when CoD said from the back seat of our blasting air-conditioned car:  I’m freezing!, Ya know, not everyone is menopausal in this car.

2) when I was walking in front of Lawyerboy and CoD down the sidewalk – I ATE IT.  I was so stunned that I had tripped and fallen that I just rolled over (in my dress), gave them the pout face and put my arms up to have them help me get up.  LB just said, “You’re fine, just get up.”  We laughed collectively on my grand entrance into the restaurant we were headed for.  They laughed for about a good long minute.   I am still laughing.  But here’s my ouchie:  I’m 52, remember.

The Hamhock