there's no place like home. except for Reno, of course.
oh, so many stories.
so much fun.
we watched "The Water Horse," which i gotta admit was FAR better than i expected. we played Clue and Monopoly and i taught the kids how to play with my Nintendo DS.
i found out what it must be like to be a suppository.
it's like this, see. i flew out of Long Beach, the city of my birth, which has a small, totally cool airport. they don't even have jet ways, you walk out onto the tarmac to get to your plane.
and as i walked up the stairs to get in the plane, i thought 'dang. that flight attendant is t-a-l-l.'
she wasn't tall. the plane is small.
my brother-in-law, who works for the FAA, calls it SmurfAir. when i entered the plane, the ceiling of the plane was maybe four inches above my head. and i ain't that tall.
but a nice airline. i'd fly again.
while up in Reno, darling niece says -
"Aunt Valerie, are you old?"
"you bet, baby. i'm REAL old."
"then you need LifeAlert, so you can live alone."
OK kids. if you know me, and most of you do, you know i usually have an answer, smart-ass or serious, for pretty much everything.
not this time. sit down. i was speechless. finally, i managed to get out, "well.....ok.....but what about Uncle Brendan?"
"it's OK, he can get one, too."
ah - out of the mouths of babes.