So, No One Really Needs Me Then?!

Flying is a little like riding a roller coaster. Well, with (hopefully) less screaming, and a $500 charge on your credit card at the end of it. And when you get off, you find yourself magically transported to the place where your prom date threw up all over your $200 dress and everyone you knew who had a dream in life ended up working at the car plant. Very, very surreal.

My 4-day relaxation vacation was lots of fun. I visited with my family, checked out an exotic new Dollarama, rocked out to Guitar Hero and accidentally abused a geriatric tabby cat. The less said about that the better, really.

I forgot how hot and humid it gets down in the armpit of Ontario. I also forgot that Windsor is the only city in Canada where one of the scenic walking/running trails doesn't have a river or trees running along it for your healthy enjoyment, but instead boasts a long row of tool-and-die shops (the parking lots are impeccably groomed, though). But the lack of mosquitoes was nothing short of heaven, and I found so much great stuff at the gigantic Value Village at the end of my mother's street (HOW does she restrain herself?!) that I'm now in serious need of a walk-in closet. Photos to come. Obviously.

And the Captain and the kids did great without me! I kept calling home under the guise of "just checking in" (though really I was expecting to hear sirens and chaos every time) and they were all having a grand old time. The kids were happy to see me when they got up this morning, but that was really more about the presents they knew I'd picked up for them. So overall, it looks like I'm actually pretty redundant around here.

Three-week Caribbean cruise, here I come!