Wednesday, June 29, 2011
This was the home of Madame Pompadour. And then Marie Antoinette. And those are two gals with some serious history.
I'm home home.
That seemed like a whirlwind trip. A beautiful, busy, full whirlwind.
And now I'm wrestling that thing called Jet Lag. And Laundry Lag.
And All This Stuff on My Desk Lag.
I'm editing pictures and collecting my thoughts, all with 8 of 8 practically sitting on me head.
He apparently missed me.
And I missed him. And his siblings. And his daddy.
And air conditioning.
God bless the U.S.A.