The final stretch...

I can't believe it. I'll be back home in less than two weeks. What happened?

Over the course of this trip there have been somethings I've made a mental note of that I'm excited to do when I get home. Here are some of them:

a.) Say hi to my family... obviously
b.) Say hi to my dog, Rosie. (I actually have imagined this many times, usually in slow motion with "Reunited" by Peaches and Herb playing in the background. No one is ever happier to see you than your dog -- Fact.)
c.) Do some kareoke with my family.
d.) See Erica, Gwen, and Sam.
e.) Sleep in my BIG bed.
f.) Decorate the Christmas tree.
g.) Tease my brother (Just kidding, Ryan!)
h.) Order a Rustic Pizza from Papa Ginos with my dad.
i.) Watch some movie on demand while me and my dad recooperate from food-comas.
j.) Get reacquainted with my car. This involves speeding down the streets of Wayland with music blasting.
k.) Going out to brunch at Mel's with my mom, probably bump into some other moms of my friends, I'll order a smoothie I won't finish, my mom will complain about this, and then get mani -pedis at "Beautiful Nails".
l.) Sing in the shower.
m.) See my sister, Lindz, and meet her dolphin-children.
n.) See the sun.

Note: this is NOT in order of importance! Lindsay would be way up there if it were.

I don't look forward to seeing my family's parrot, Buddy. Buddy is my arch nemisis and I have enjoyed our time apart. I don't appreciate his presence. Feel free to tell him.

Now I have to get back to my Women's paper.