Eek! There's a man in my bed...

Oh wait - I married him. Yes boys and girls believe or not Bubba and I are home - together at the same time. I know - do you think the devil can do a double axle and come down on the inside blade? (sorry Olympic left over there... )

So, after my world wind trip to the deep south where I managed to see - again, the airport, the office and the hotel. Not to mention the inside offices... I am home, the weather is FAB-U-LOUS - and we're ordering in... life is good boys and girls life is good.

We did manage to get up dressed and to my "Maryland" Mom's big to-do today. It was very nice she was very happy and all was well. Then home out of dress and panty hose outside with the puppies... doing yard work. Yeah... but it was so nice even I couldn't complain.. much. ;-)

We picked up the 3 tons of broken branches and their bits Bubba even did a puppy present patrol, and since we found a gift certificate to the local pizza joint, dinner is served. Or will be when he gets back. Let's hope for another day like today - without the dressing up and the dash in to DC. Bubba is on his way into work tomorrow - I KNOW - but he says he has to get things done and this boss has been riding him like a rented mule with time expiring.

Tonight we be veggies - we will lay like broccoli - because frankly this jet-set lifestyle is for the freaking birds. Air travel just wears me out.

There is one story from the trip home I'd like to share... I cruise into Huntsville Airport it's pushing 4:00 PM on a Friday afternoon - I figure there might be a chance it could be busy folks wanting to get out and get home (like moi) there were 4 people in line for security... no I am not kidding -- and AGAIN I stopped for the test your hands for explosives test - this will be the THIRD time in as many trips... what is it? Do have some look about me that I've been messing with chemicals? Any who - with a "thank you ma'am" we moved on to the strip you down portion of our travels, and I unload, the computer, toss in my purse then at the last possible minute take off my shoes....

Now let me go off on a bit of a tangent here - I LOVE walking around in my bare feet I don't like wearing shoes at home - but there is something just so freaking ooggie about taking off your shoes in a public place like that security line that just gives me the skeevies...

Ahem - thank you for moment.. now back to our tale... go through the scanner... beep beep - it's the watch - the SAME watch I wore to get here and didn't set off the scanner now is setting off the scanner... ok fine pass through no issues... waiting for my shoes - anxiously... get those, get the computer - they pull my purse. "Ma'am this your purse?" "Yep" "We're going to need to scan it again..." Oh goodie. "Fine." At least on the upside with my operation of a year ago I don't carry embarrassing female goodies anymore... on the downside this was a quick trip and heaven only knows what is in the bottom of that purse....

So it goes through again as I stand there waiting patiently... I've got time. No go, he takes my purse and a bucket and begins unloading; my wallet, my work badge with the key, and a security code do-hickey (very technical) ;-) he pulls out my work cell, my personal cell, my head set, he keeps digging and pulls out my keys... apparently this is the root of all trouble, he is looking at my key chain that I got from the Bear Store in Gettysburg, thank goodness it's the southern bear with the stars and bars and bear in a grey uniform - I'd probably still be in Alabama if I'd a had a Yankee Bear on there...

Any who... he lays all this crap into the bin and send THAT through the x-ray machine. Finally he hands me the bin and says thank you. For what? Emptying out my purse and leaving me to cram all this crap back in there? Which I did... then sat at the gate and re-arranged, fixed and zipped up - still wondering what the heck these people thought was in the bottom of a chubby white woman's purse? Oh wait -- Jihad Jane - apparently I must have the shifty eyes of a white woman... I really have to stop traveling.

To sum up I am home, happy and about to enjoy a dinner I didn't have to cook. Bubba is home and about to enjoy his chair and his TV, puppies are home and are about to enjoy a night with family - while they sleep under foot or in a corner. That boys and girls is a Saturday night. We're living the dream ain't we?