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As you may have guessed from this blog’s title, we are, indeed, HOME! I love vacation but I’m a nerd and a homebody and, especially considering that my most recent memories of home have been completely enjoyable and stress-free, I must say I was very happy to walk through my door today (and will be happy to wake up in my own bed). Of course, much of my time on vacation was spent dreaming (literally, multiple dreams) about my lawn. Would I have one when I got home?

Yes, my dreams consisted of my coming home to a perfectly manicured, full, emerald green backyard. Alas, I came home to something much patchier. To be honest, I’m kind of impressed that anything grew at all, and I would say that the result is, so far, on par with my expectations. Grass grew, that’s a good sign. If some grew, that means it can grow, and more can grow. By patchy I mean something like 50% coverage (Brian looks at me with a sympathetic smile when I say that…with eyes that scream “30% coverage” but I still stand strong by the 50%). So I’m sure there’s a way to seed the spotty sections. I’m just glad that when I look out now it’s more green than brown (even if partially from the fertilizer) and that I made something grow. Not so shabby for a first try.

So I really need to get back on a schedule. I ate and slept entirely too much on vacation and I need to get back down to three meals and a maximum of 8 hours per 24 hour period (both figures were significantly larger on vacation).

And for those of you who were concerned for our well-being, we did not have serious problems with weather or fire. We did have to take a 2 hour detour on our drive from Ft. Lauderdale to Marco Island b/c the road that goes directly betweent the two (Alligator Alley) was closed b/c of smoke, and we were forced indoors around 3pm daily for a 1 hour period during which it would storm, but it was all good, and it gave us an excuse to pull the twins out of the pool and make them take naps. All in all, it was a great, very relaxing vacation. Brian gets the gold star for living with 6 women (three generations of Masseys at that) all alone. His testosterone levels were threatened continuously throughout the week (as was his patience, I can only assume) but he lived to tell, and I’m SURE he will be writing about it soon. I can’t imagine…(come on, some people would call him lucky, right?)

So I’m home now and there are about fifty blogs in my head (none of which I can think of right now) so you’ll be hearing from me this week. Oh, you’ll be seeing me too…pictures to come shortly. And yes, I am still officially unemployed for 9 more business days. Life is good.