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Back in the Saddle

We skidded into our NY driveway at 10pm, a mere 11.5 hours after hauling out of the NC one at 10:30am. We included a precious few pit stops into our journey, and the wee ones were real troopers. We did indulge in a little Bojangles for lunch along with some much-missed Cheerwine a couple of quick combination fuel/bathroom/food stops and that was about it. Brainy Boy suffered through it by watching the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy that Uncle lent him and Little Chic used her new Nintendo DS to diligently train her new NintenDog who had graduated puppy training by day's end. I passed the time by doing some admiring of my new laptop until motion sickness set in and then did a little snoozing in a less than comfortable position. Hero Guy fared best by having total control of the steering wheel (and thus the radio and temperature gauge) and we all pulled in with surprisingly good attitudes.

HyperDog was thrilled to see her family back although she did enjoy a bit of a vacation herself, visiting with neighbors for the nights and spending the days back at home annoying MonsterPaw without restriction. Now MonsterPaw is another story, not quite sure if she is mad at us for returning and disturbing her peace, or mad at us for leaving in the first place and giving us the cold shoulder for punishment. As I type this very first post from my brand new laptop (perched comfy against my pillow rather than hovering over my desktop) MonsterPaw is not in her usual place at the foot of the bed.

Hopefully by year's end, all will be back to normal.
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Unknown said…
Hey there Jennifer, you left me hangin' and daily that is... I must report I'm feeling like HyperDog, thrilled to see you steeled back home and hear with us too. So glad you had a nice trip and look forward to hearing more from you this New Year!
12/31/2006 12:27 AM
Unknown said…
I came back this morning to see if I could click on your Cheerwine as last night it was not working. I think it was a little too late for me with a dose to many of Cheerwine for myself writing steeled instead of settled and hear instead of here. I'm a mess; I know it and have to blame it on my dyslexia last night.
12/31/2006 10:35 AM
Rochelle said…
Never heard of Cheerwine....

Glad Santa was good to you...how'd he know you could use a laptop anyway??? :)
12/31/2006 11:15 PM
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