Coming down off of my Miami high proves to be difficult as the ‘winter’ weather (people here act like 40 degrees is sub-zero) rages on in Nashville.
While on a stroll around a neighborhood, I saw the house (or the roof really) Ricky Martin just sold.
Beautiful bodies were all around in the Miami heat.
Drooling is always a must while browsing the posh stores nowhere near Nashville.
On the flight home, the couple in the seat in front of me had on matching hats. They had to lift their front brims every time they smooched (once every three minutes). While some may think this situation was adorable, I wanted to tell them to take it to the plane’s bathroom.
While collecting my luggage, I caught a glimpse of what looked like the mother of all strollers.
Turns out, it was a stroller – for three dogs. And, I thought I was a crazy lady (although I’m pretty sure Ted needs a stroller to accompany me everywhere now).
The sight of the little fur balls made me miss my own all the more. Here’s the glimpse of the view I caught while walking up my front steps.
And the warm welcome I received from TB.
While he’s all sweetness now, he will be hell on wheels in the very near future, punishing me for being gone consecutive days (although he was spoiled rotten at his grandparent’s house – so don’t fall for that pitiful face).
A much needed Skinny Pirate also welcomed me home.
After a couple SPs, I got a good night’s sleep with my clingy cat (which of course we all know I love and adore the attention).
And finally, I received this photo from my mini me’s mom. I thought I might burst from laughing so hard when I read the explanation that accompanied the image:
“A puppet of you. Complete with pink highlights and red lipstick – plus giant hoop earrings on the side. Made on the airplane. Creative use of barf bag.”
You know you’re somebody when your image ends up on a barf bag.