Mad Libs Friday

Friday we ate: airport food.

It took .5 hours to disembark.

Then we waited for the entire day at the airport.

Then we came home Saturday to ice storm destruction. When we pulled out early on the 13th to dodge the storm it seemed that one of our limbs in the rightmost front yard tree was hanging low. Then, as of course those of you who watch CNN know, we had another ice storm. Evidently this one sheared off half of the leftmost tree. So, instead of two perfectly matched pear trees, we have 1.5. I’ve got to collar one of the neighbors tomorrow and find (and thank) the tree fairies were who carved it up. On the other hand, it was probably blocking the street, and hence the bill for $500 on the front porch from, I imagine, The City.

Additional damage from the cruise: While the Brazilian is healing, it has changed into something I like to call the Turks and Caicosian. (I can’t picture another name for a resident of Turks and Caicos.) For an authentic T and C, you must start with two yellow bruises, a previously uncharted gray mole, and some nubbly purple bumps. Add to that a landscape of sparse hairs all sheared off evenly where they snapped in contact with the hot wax.

Oh, and in non-pubic damage news, I have the stereotypical white girl collarbone sunburn.

Regardless, it has been a magical holiday, starting with the Swimsuit miracle (I had 14 suits, the first suit I tried on was as good as it was going to get and I bought it without even looking at the rest), and ending with Gary pleading “Can we please listen to Barenaked Ladies on the drive home?”