It was nice while it lasted...

11:57 am on a Monday morning.

My bags aren't packed, I need a shower, and I just feel like curling up in my bed embryo style.

This trip home has been a sweet surprise. From the walk by the water to the two rounds of Trivial Pursuit (score: Boys 1, Girls 1. Rematch tentatively planned for June.), this has been a fabulous trip home.

Which says a lot.

I come from a family of yellers. We communicate and do more than our part to express our emotion. I unfortunately did not get the yelling gene (my fighting style relies on more of a pouter/retreater technique), which comes in handy during regular, familial chit-chat.

Basically, I have a hard time getting a word in edgewise.

This trip though, there wasn't much fighting, well, except for one time when little sister + pulled a less than sisterly stunt that I'll avoid expanding on. But all in all, everyone got along splendidly.

Now, I am probably five pounds heavier and chock full of some excellent memories I'll chew on when I'm laying alone in bed some night, thinking about the happy times, the moments I really felt loved.

What is this drivel? It's as though some man with a smoking jacket and a musty pipe has overcome me.

Anyway. We all had a great time mugging for my new digital camera, and there are even a few pics on the memory card I won't delete (true sign of vanity: when you flip through all the pictures, and some are even great, but you say "Oh no. Delete that one... it shows my double chin. Eeewww. That one you can see my pooch in.")

My dad will soon be home with lunch: a white clam pizza. It's something I've only ever had in the Northeast, and we want to share the experience (and oh, boy, it's one heck of an experience) with my brother-in-law. Then we'll all hit the showers (what is this, gym class?) before we head up collectively to Hahtfed Hartford for our respective flights.

I'm looking forward to getting back to Lex. Now I just have to bust hump finding a job...