My visit to the doctor confirmed that while I do not have strep, I should not be around people. So I’m pouting, staying at home today, despite feeling pretty good. I just have a sore throat with yucky white specks. Blech.

One of the lovely things that greeted me when I returned from vacation was pantry beetles. It’s the grossest, more revolting thing I’ve encountered in a long time. I threw everything but my canned goods out, vacuumed, then scrubbed everything twice. And I still have the willies. So my kitchen is a disaster. Nothing has gone back in the cabinets yet. I’m just not ready. Yuck. I know that it’s common, and typically enter the home through a product purchased at the store. But I still feel like the worst housekeeper in the world right now. And I’m just… so grossed out.

Welcome back, me.

General observations:

Midwest airlines really is the only way to fly. Warm chocolate cookies and a round trip ticket to Seattle for $180? Come on. The only inconvenience is the 6 hour drive to Kansas City, which is hardly an inconvenience at all. And one of my closest friends is moving to Kansas City in a couple of weeks, so how great is that?

Although it rains a lot in Washington, the wind there is sooooo much warmer than here.

My family is a little crazy.

85 people is a big wedding up there. Here, 200 is average. No wonder I feel more at home there than here.

We are all vanilla. But I can look around there and see orange sherbet, rocky road and fudge swirl just walking down the street.(I came up with this metaphor Friday night at dinner with my friend Shannon who lives up there. Her friend who joined us for dinner thought this was hysterical. But Shannon totally knew what I meant.)

The food there is so much more interesting. Not necessarily better, although the salmon pesto sandwich I had the Boundary Bay Brewery was incredible.

More to come.

I’m back from vacation and I’m sick of being sick.

I’m off to pout about my sickliness.

I hate this.