I'm home, back from my festival of cheese, sugar and human interaction. I ate pizza and tacos and dolmades and pad thai and popcorn and candy and ice cream and covered it all in cheese.
The trip was good but mom's sales sucked. Mom only got mad at me three or four times. I only cried once but I made it an ugly one.
We didn't get to do too many fun things in the evenings because the show didn't end until six and we were staying in the burbs and mom has foot problems so she was pretty much shot by the end of the day anyway. We just focussed our efforts on eating instead.
I just a friendly gal looking for options.
