While in eastern Iowa for a long Labor Day stay, I ended up staying through the rest of the week for a little family bonding, starting with the twins.
Being these tykes are now 19 months old and actual mini people, they often seem like Tasmanian devils.
Which is why I had grubby little handprints all over my clothes.
I was able to see Prince B get his teeth cleaned, which started off as traumatic but ended in bliss when he realized there was a TV on the ceiling.
With my mad camera skills, I took 1,762,364 selfies with each twin, producing just one non-blurry photo of me and Princess B.
My unfaithfulness continued with goodbye kisses for my furry family member…
….and my little humans, too.
It was then time to head west to the town where John Wayne was born and The Bridges of Madison County was filmed (that’s right – I walked the same streets as Meryl Streep) to see my Gma.
It was a good thing I travel with booze, as I was staying with Gma in her retirement home.
With no WiFi.
And spotty cell service.
And no car.
But we passed the time with news programs, drinks, news programs, pedicures and news programs.
In between being a manicurist and wino, I got to see Aunt Crazy Pants for an afternoon and a ride to the gigantic Des Moines airport.
And there is nothing more fun than getting to spend six unexpected hours at an airline gate while trying to get my ass back to Nashville.
Naturally, I was nothing but ignored by my two felines upon my arrival back to our mini manse.
I’m definitely in vacation withdrawal as on the first day back to work I forgot my laptop at home, lunch consisted of 10 day old pizza out of the communal fridge and I kept calling a buddy Ted…when his name is Chris.
Here’s hoping that you’re brighter eyed and more bushy-tailed than I this week, friends.