2 points if you can tell me what that’s from. Okay, so I should give you the correct quote. “Theyyyy’reee baaaackkkk…” Which is probably what the neighbors were saying when they heard our lovely darlings screaming about 2 minutes after we walked into our home from the trip. Home sweet home.
Yes, we are back safe and sound. 11 hours on the way back. (Can you tell Cory was pushing it a little to get back soon and spend the least amount of time in the van with us as possible? Good job, Speed Racer.) Somehow, we all survived it. Good trip, but so good to be home, too.
Yes, it was a good trip. It must’ve been, because I gained 6 pounds over the course of it. 6 pounds!!! I’d lost 30 so far this year, and decided to not worry about the calories and such over the vacation week. I wasn’t totally throwing it all out the window (or so I thought), but was not going to worry about it while we were gone. Apparently, I did a great job about not worrying about it. Excellent job. The best job I ever did at anything! Did I mention that I logged 10 miles and 800 crunches over that week that I gained 6 pounds? Must’ve been some gooood bread pudding. (And it was, by the way. And the 1/2 fat ice cream that I had 4x too much of. 
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Anyway, no more vacation living. No more eating like I’m, well, Cory. (He ate about what I did, and probably lost weight. Stinker.) Back to life. Back to reality. (C’mon, Jack, fill in the next set of lyrics.) Back to blogging.
See you tomorrow…
Poltergeist.
Back to the here and now.
Ya beat me to it!
Well done, my friend. Thanks for playing.
Poo on our skinny husbands! It is too depressing to hear: “I think I lost weight again. My pants are too loose”