It's official, I think my dAd loves me and so does my MoM. They picked me up at that Walla Walla airport yesterday at 9pm. My MoM wore her Bulgarian alphabet t-shirt so that I'd know when one she was. My dAd brought his camera.

I got home yesterday at 9pm after traveling for nearly 24 hours. My parents fed me some dinner and then I was off to bed. I woke up at 4:30 am convinced it was time to wake up but somehow I forced myself back to sleep. When I finally got up a 7am, I had a cup of coffee and went for a walk.

Then MoM and I went to the grocery store--Albertson's. I was overwhelmed, once again, by the size and the amount of <em>stuff</em> for sale.  At Kmart I bought some clear storage boxes determined to clean up/contain/corral the stuff in my room but I was too tired to deal with that after I came home from lunch at my brother N. and his financee K.'s new house. For the record, my brother makes a killer ham and cheese sandwich. Thanks N.

After lunch it was nap time. I told my MoM: just an hour. But at the hour mark I couldn't move from my bed--so she let me sleep for another hour. At the two hour and fifiteen minute