Time to Go Home

Our guest expiration date has passed. Criticism is escalating, tempers are flaring, and idiots are running the asylum.  It's time to go.

As much as I've enjoyed the weather here, seeing family and friends, and as much as I hate the "Sand Palace," I'm ready to return to our dwelling-place.  I miss my kitties, my queen-sized sleigh bed (which is high off the ground--so high even this 5'10" amazon biotch can't touch the floor while sitting on the mattress. I like that and my knees love it), pillows and micro-fiber down-like comforter; my coffee-maker--I haven't even had any coffee in two days that wasn't purchased at a Starbucks. (And thanks for that Starbucks gift card *S*, it has come in SUPER handy ;-), and tired of being told ridiculous things like, "leave the car key IN the unlocked car so it won't get lost," while it's parked.  *sigh*  Seriously. Who does that in this day and age? I told my aunt that if the car is stolen, and the cops are told "Keys were left in the Vehicle," they will laugh like hell. She agreed.

And the plug-in oil air fresheners everywhere that make both me and my husband gag, cough, and choke; the fireplace that puffs smoke out into the house (more gag and choke), and the incessent carrying of the pet birds everywhere, including the Christmas dinner table, with guests (who thought it was "creepy."  So did I.).  Birds, well, crap whenever. They don't give a sh*t (intentional pun) where they are or who they're on when they let loose. Irritating.

Speaking of crap--I purchased some cookies from the local grocery store on Christmas day since we hadn't (meaning my MIL) had time to make any (and I was asked not to bring any baked goods other than the tart), so there were no cookies for the house or guests, and I bought these green cookies with red sprinkles. Really festive and fun. Man alive, there must have been a truckload of green food coloring in them because, well, what goes in, must come out, and it was GREEN. I mean tropical forest green. Not kinda' green: real green. Scared the hell out of me until it dawned on me it must have been the cookies. It's slowly wearing off. Kind of a surprise to look down and see that. ;-D

So. It's time to go. If tomorrow weren't New Years Eve, aka, drunk drivers' holiday central, we'd be leaving tomorrow. As it it stands, we're going to try to slip out of here on New Year's Day. Hopefully not too many people driving that day. We'll see how it goes. Seeing as how I have to account for my whereabouts, and what I eat, at all times, we may not be able to get out of here when we wish. *fingers crossed*

It's always a trip to the loony bin when we visit the 'tivs, but this year was especially wacky. And getting wackier by the day.

I will tell all after I get home to that place we live and where all our stuff is and we sleep and shower. And the kitties! Oh, I miss Pascal. I hope he is doing all right. My baby!

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[Elaine Simpson-Long]

There is a well known saying that after three days 'Guests and fish stink' and I so agree (from both sides). I cannot take large family gatherings for more than one day and I so long to get back to my own home. I now live on my own and the joy of entering my little apartment, all is peace and calm and I sit down and have a cup of tea and just slowly relaaaaaax.

I love my family but little and often is better and I think my children agree with me too which is a blessing!

Happy New Year to you