Back in my own bed.
Back reading magazines.
Back eating all things chocolate.
Back to my best girl, Dee.
Back to bookworming without literally finding that worms have nested in my books in the jungle. I read 3 books while away in Central America, and exactly none of them made it back to the States unscathed.
Back to being *75% Irish.
Back with my sisters.
Back to Starbucksing. And venti-sizing for that matter.
Back brushing my hair.
Back to your *regularly scheduled blog programming tomorrow.
*I don’t know what this is, exactly, but let’s get back to it.