last train to snarksville

I'm going to be very confused when in another two weeks I have no reason to jaunt off to our nation's capital. My biggest lesson learned in all of this was that a 2-hour flight with a video iPod and homemade chocolate chip cookies is a better proposition than 11 hours in a car with just about anything.

The last four days were a circus of four children under the age of four, 8 dogs (32 paws!), six cousins, five cousin spouses, and one pregnant lady. That side of the family is a bit older and much bigger (in so many ways) than my side, and while whirling around in their cloud is a nice reality check, it's good to be home, where my values, choices, and personality aren't in such stark relief.