My LEAST favorite thing about Brazil

Okay, so before my face shows up on milk cartons - or Google Ads, how cool would that be? - I have NOT been kidnapped by natives or anything remotely interesting like that. I've just been dealing with the monopoly that is Telefonica and the I-don't-care-at-all-about-your-troubles that is the internet help desk.

Tried going to My Man's work to assure my blogging people ("It's a WORLD, hun, they are WORRIED about me and I have to BLOG"), but it's a banned website. Apparently they're worried about employees wasting time - as IF blogging would be a problem about that.

So I finally threw up my hands and went to the States.

That's right, people, I am officially PLACED.

It is sooooooo good to be home. And I'm here til New Year's!

We got in this morning and I just took a completely non-refreshing nap. I look exactly like I've been traveling for the past twenty-four hours.

My Man has a Bigwig Conference in Ohio this week, and I'm a'goin' with him. Ouro Branco and Little Prince will be staying with Grandma while I have FIVE DAYS of blessed Me Time at the hotel during the day time and We Time at night (at the hotel.) I plan on Christmas shopping, scrapbooking, sleeping, and buying pants. Since I forgot to pack any. Hrumph. I was a little scatterbrained this time around.

My Man thinks I'm nuts, but truly - what housewife wouldn't KILL for five days of doing whatever I want? With access to a pool and my American Express card? Srsly.

So the flight went okay. Little Prince and Jellybean both slept straight through, little darlings. Ouro Branco not so much - I bet he didn't even get three hours total. He was amazingly happy about it though - he wasn't kicking and screaming, just UP.

I did want to punch this one guy who obviously had anger management issues. He spent the whole nine and a half hours grabbing his hair like some crazy person every time OB made a peep. He'd claw at his face and pant like a bull - even fanning himself to calm down. He rolled his eyes so often I thought they'd permanately be stuck in his head. Look, I'm sorry I have children, buddy. Actually, no I'm not. POW!

So anywho. I'm back. I'm planning on reading every single post of every single one of you from the past two weeks - though I may not write comments on them all. Hopefully the hotel has internet!

And when I'm back in Michigan, I'm going to rock out on Guitar Hero, get all Wii Fit, and beat Super Mario Bros 3 with my brothers. Gab with my mother, watch Twilight with my sister, hang out with my dad, and VEG.

And sled. Sled! There is the most beautiful Norman Rockwell snow scene out the window right now. I was in the pool yesterday - and loving it - but right now I just want a sweater.

And eat Mexican food. And Chinese food. And go to Target. And use the dishwasher. And garbage disposal. And throw away toilet paper in the toilet - revolutionary.

I am HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!