Home Sweet Home

Tired.
Glad to be home.
In need of a shower.
Must have Waffle House.
Never been happier to see Bree.

Thank god customs in Atlanta wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I got told by a TSA person to take a chill pill and made it to our gate in record time. Then I was told I didn't have a seat on our flight and I would have to wait 6 hours for the next flight to Jacksonville, along with a guy in the Navy. Randall was already relaxing in his seat. Somehow I managed to get on the flight. Bree so very sweetly picked us up from the airport! Then directly to Waffle House for bacon and gallons of coffee. So glad to be home...