We’re home from San Antonio.  And, as requested, I have pictures to post.  But not yet.  We didn’t get in until around midnight.  Then there was the mail pile and picking up my Torri girl at the airport (yay! she’s home!) and swim class (which was a HUGE failure today btw) and grocery shopping and thelistgoesonbutI’llspareyouthedetails.

Phew.

But here are a few things for you to ponder while I work on those pictures from our trip.

1. Jeff and I have a complaint to file with the National Idiots in Airports Association.  We have to take issue with the morons who surround the baggage carousel like it’s a feeding trough.  They step right up–effectively blocking entry for fellow travelers–and stand there until they see their bag.  And God forbid you should politely ask them to excuse you so that you, too, can fetch your bag.  Lord knows that once they step foot into that precious real estate they thereby own that space.  Sorry.  You’ll just have to watch your bag make its way around the carousel.  Maybe on the next go-round a small slot will have cleared.

2.  Speaking of idiots in airports.  I swear that if I never have to sit behind a couple who brings a breakfast burrito on the flight again-it’ll be too soon.  I’m gonna spare you the details on this one.

3.  Have you ever ran into someone you know in an airport?  I did.  It was the craziest thing to hear someone calling my name in the Vegas airport because, well, I’m just not all that popular of a gal really.  But sure enough.  One of my friends from high school was on her way to Chicago and she recognized me.  I hadn’t seen her in fifteen years so it was pretty cool to have our own impromptu reunion right there by the shoe-shiner.  Off all the people in all the places.  The world?  Way smaller than it seems sometimes.

Try to get those pictures up tomorrow.  Bear with me.  :)