No more nudity!

Ok, I wasn’t really running around naked.  But around 12pm today, my bag finally arrived at my parents house.  Upon opening it, I discovered a note from TSA saying that my bag had been selected and opened for a random screening - but considering when I packed the suitcase everything was nicely folded, and what I opened up was a big ball of clothes that were most decidedly NOT folded - I didn’t really need the note.  Thanks, guys, I figured someone had been in my suitcase.  They also managed to bend the inside frame of the bag…but my bag is here, so phew.  Hopefully this scenario will not be repeated when I go back to B’ham in 2 weeks.

I cam home to chilly temperatures here in the northeast.  Considering it has been around and above 80 for the majority of the past couple weeks in B’ham, my system is in culture shock.  It kind of sucks.  I’ve spent the better part of the day on the couch wrapped in an afghan.  Not that I mind being wrapped up (I love being wrapped in a blanket), but 50 in May?  Sucks.  It’s supposed to get warmer from this point forward.  Good thing.

Over a lovely dinner with my parents tonight, I was lamenting that I wanted to get pictures from my friend’s wedding almost 2 years ago.  My mom told me I was too late, that the orders had to be placed within a year.  I said “No, she downloaded all the pictures on to Shutterfly, remember, that’s how she made our personal books”.  My Dad said that my mom had to think young, and I made some comment about being young.  My darling Dad gave the the amused look and said “I think, chickie, you need to be very careful about calling yourself young anymore, because you aren’t so young yourself.”

Wow.  Thanks Dad.  I guess I can always count on my dad to keep me humble when I come home.  Even though I’m apparently not young anymore.